Once In 1919, When I Was Traveling

Difficult Folk, These Women!

The Cat, Covered In Dust And Standing On Its Hind Legs, Bowed To Margarita. Round Its Neck It Was Now Wearing A Made-up White Bow Tie On An Elastic Band, With A Pair Of Ladies’ Mother-of-pearl Binoculars Hanging On A Cord. It Had Also Gilded Its Whiskers.

You Pronounced Your Words As If You Don’t Acknowledge The Shadows, Or The Evil Either. Would You Be So Kind As To Give A Little Thought To The Question Of What Your Good Would Be Doing If Evil Did Not Exist, And How The Earth Would Look If The Shadows Were To Disappear From It?

Everything Will Turn Out Right, The World Is Built On That.

Allow Me To Inquire How Man Can Control His Own Affairs When He Is Not Only Incapable Of Compiling A Plan For Some Laughably Short Term Such As, Say, A Thousand Years, But Cannot Even Predict What Will Happen To Him Tomorrow?