Klim Grigorievich Chugunkin Quotes in Heart of a Dog
January 6. (Partly in pencil, partly in violet ink)
Today, after his tail dropped off, he enunciated with utmost clarity the word “saloon.” The recording machine is working. The devil knows what is going on.
I am totally bewildered.
“Why are you nagging all the time? … Don’t spit. Don’t smoke. Don’t go here. Don’t go there … What sort of business is it anyway? Just like in the streetcar. Why’nt you let me live? And as for ‘dad,’ you’ve no call to … Did I ask you for the operation?” The man barked indignantly. “A fine thing! Grabbed an animal beast, slashed up his head with a knife, and now they’re squeamish. Maybe I never gave you no permission to operate? And likewise (the man rolled up his eyes to the ceiling, as though trying to remember a certain formula), and likewise my relatives. I have the right to sue you, maybe.”
“Look at that business with the cats! A man with the heart of a dog.”
“Oh, no, no,” Philip Philippovich sang out. “You are mistaken, Doctor. In heaven’s name, don’t malign the dog. […] The whole horror, you see, is that his heart is no longer a dog’s heart but a human one. And the vilest you could find!”
Klim Grigorievich Chugunkin Quotes in Heart of a Dog
January 6. (Partly in pencil, partly in violet ink)
Today, after his tail dropped off, he enunciated with utmost clarity the word “saloon.” The recording machine is working. The devil knows what is going on.
I am totally bewildered.
“Why are you nagging all the time? … Don’t spit. Don’t smoke. Don’t go here. Don’t go there … What sort of business is it anyway? Just like in the streetcar. Why’nt you let me live? And as for ‘dad,’ you’ve no call to … Did I ask you for the operation?” The man barked indignantly. “A fine thing! Grabbed an animal beast, slashed up his head with a knife, and now they’re squeamish. Maybe I never gave you no permission to operate? And likewise (the man rolled up his eyes to the ceiling, as though trying to remember a certain formula), and likewise my relatives. I have the right to sue you, maybe.”
“Look at that business with the cats! A man with the heart of a dog.”
“Oh, no, no,” Philip Philippovich sang out. “You are mistaken, Doctor. In heaven’s name, don’t malign the dog. […] The whole horror, you see, is that his heart is no longer a dog’s heart but a human one. And the vilest you could find!”
