wouldn't work, I wouldn't even eat, I just lay there doing nothing. If
Nastasya brought me anything, I ate it, if she didn't, I went all
day without; I wouldn't ask, on purpose, from sulkiness! At night I
had no light, I lay in the dark and I wouldn't earn money for candles.
I ought to have studied, but I sold my books; and the dust lies an
inch thick on the notebooks on my table. I preferred lying still and
thinking. And I kept thinking.... And I had dreams all the time,
strange dreams of all sorts, no need to describe! Only then I began to
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