His life was now the life of a collector, and that gave it meaning. Evening after evening he would count and arrange his cuttings under the indulgent eyes of Mrs. Povondra who knew that every man is partly mad and partly a little child; it was better for him to play with his cuttings than to go out drinking and playing cards. She even made some space in the scullery for all the boxes he had made himself for his collection; could anything more be asked of a wife?

Ono što nazivamo svojim životom, to nije sve što smo proživjeli; to je samo odabir. Previše je toga što proživljavamo, više nego što naš um može zahvatiti. Zato si izabiremo ovo ili ono, već što nam odgovara, pa iz toga ispletemo neku pojednostavnjenu priču; i onda taj proizvod nazivamo svojim životom. Ali koliko otpadaka pritom zanemarimo, koliko čudnih i strašnih stvari izostavimo, zaboga, kad bi to sve čovjek osvijestio! Ali mi možemo živjeti samo jedan jednostavan život. Proživjeti više od toga bilo bi izvan naše moći. Ne bismo imali snage živjeti kad usput ne bismo pogubili većinu života.

Too cheap, my dear fellow. Must Nature always be asked to straighten out the mess that man has made? And so, even you don't believe now that they could help themselves? So you see, you see; at the end you would again like to rely on someone or something to save you!