"He could smell the presence of such ingrained stupidity, of such loathing for what he himself believe in, of such scorn for literature, for art, for everything that he himself adored, implanted and firmly rooted in these shallow tradesmen's brains - brains preoccupied exclusively with swindles and money and accessile only to that ignoble distraction of mediocre minds and money {...[" (p. 22)
— May 12, 2021 11:26PM
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