The Double

Yakov Petrovitch Golyadkin, a titular councillor

“Don’t, don’t, you fool, back!” shouted Mr. Golyadkin — and, as though he were expecting this order, the driver made no reply but, without stopping at the entrance, drove all round the courtyard and out into the street again.

the bird flies itself to the hunter. It’s true and I’m ready to admit it; but who’s the hunter, and who’s the bird in this case?

to be tormented by the stings of conscience.

I’m speaking of a man I know very well.

some one I know very well did the other day!” …

“That doctor is silly,” thought Mr. Golyadkin, huddling out of sight in the carriage; “extremely silly. He may treat his patients all right, but still . . . he’s as stupid as a post.”

He swallowed the pill, Krestyan Ivanovitch, as the saying is.

And by that I hinted plainly, Krestyan Ivanovitch, hinted plainly, that they were not running after her now, but looking higher

At this point Mr. Golyadkin gave a sly nod