Book: The paradoxes of Mr. pond

... he knew that the man needed a friend, and best of all - the woman with whom he could talk until dawn.

Such is love. It consists of great moments and lives the memories of them. She may be illusory and fragile. May be, on the contrary, because it is eternal and stronger than time. But friendship eats time.

I always thought he was an honest man. Except that sometimes he lies just for fun. It shows that he will not profane for the benefit of the high art of lying.

The trouble was that the pond was very fond of captain Gahagan, but if he asked whether his friend for murder, he probably would reply that capable - much more capable of murder than to rough handling with the driver. ... Yes, he is very easily able to forgive gahagen; much harder to justify it.

The round eyes of Mr. pond became even rounder, and his mouth opened a little - quite a fish, as told to many. The lawyer probably decided that it shook the thought of the guilt of the other. In fact, the pond was struck by another. He knew that such phrases are often found in detective novels. ... In may surfaced lines, hundreds of times seen in the pages of the books: "None of us could have imagined that this young, charming the athlete is able to commit a crime" or, "it Seemed preposterous to associate the thought of murder with the name of a brilliant and beloved captain Nickba". He never understood such phrases. His clear skepticism to the mind of man of the eighteenth century, they seemed pointless. Why can't the charming, worldly gentleman to commit a crime like any other?

... many believed Mr. Ponda boring person. He had a passion for long speeches - not from arrogance, but from an old-fashioned literary tastes. ... They [women] believed that when Mr. pond is no longer boring, it becomes incomprehensible.

The world for him was not a green field where everything is budding, growing, fruiting, and the precipice, where, over time, as if in a bottomless pit, falls everything is alive and that thought helped him to do these strange duties entrusted to him in this monstrous world. Gray-green spots of vegetation, looked on top of the expanded geographical map, seemed to him rather a history than a story of growth, and the waters, seemed to him full of no fresh water, and poison.

The world is changing not from our words. To remake the world, you can not reproaches and praises, and the only thing. Made, they say, can not be undone.

Death is the most indisputable fact, and I respect the facts.

... compare Lieutenant von Hocheimer with a dog would be unfair. Unfair to the dog to being much more receptive to the living.

It is not always clear whether it is philanthropy, love for people, for man or humanity. There is a difference. I think he (Dr. Andrew Glenlyon Campbell) less concerned about the individual than about the society or race.

History always seems meaningless, if you lose sight of what really happened. That's why Newspapers are so boring.

Frankly, my dear pond, of all traceless, aimless and incoherent statements I have ever heard, the most inane are those that we have just received to hear from you. First you tell us that two Scotchmen started a conversation about the morality of killing and not finished it; then they throw the accusation of secular hostesses; then you discover the sinister fact that one of them moved out of Mostofa; then return to one of the Scots and say that he failed the exam because worked hard with the teacher; finally, pausing a little on the unusual form of the missing dagger, you are telling us that the Scotsman went to Church and you are on the right track. Indeed, if you really find something sacred in empty conversations, I have to say that you are on the right track.

A good hostess, by definition, one that will force the two guests to communicate when they're not located, and separate them as soon as they start to get a taste. But sometimes they cause real harm. See, they stop the conversation that's not worth it to start it all over again. And this is no better than murder! <...> The conversation - is sacred, because it is so light, so thin, so piddling, if you will; she is so fragile and useless, and its so easy to destroy. To shorten her life - worse than murder, it's infanticide! All the same what to kill the baby that is trying to be born. She can never return to life, not to rise from the dead. Good and easy conversation will not be adjusted, it is destroyed, you will not be able to pick up the pieces. I remember a great conversation Trefusis, which began due to the fact that over the house and thunder boomed in the garden, the cat mewed, and someone joked that it is the collapse and end. And gahegan immediately created a charming theory, directly derived from cats and crashes, and started with us a great interview about the situation on the continent. <...> Then the conversation just started, and it was a sacred thing, for it should not have to start again. If she knocked us off stride, and then had the audacity to say that we can talk about this another time. Can? Is it possible to negotiate with a cloud, so she again opened up right over the roof and tie the cat in the garden, but still in time to pull her tail, and give Gahagan quite champagne, in order to inspire him to such a stupid theory? It could happen and then never again.