| PART 1
Chapter 27
 (continued)He heard Agafea Mihalovna talking of how Prohor had forgotten his
 duty to God, and with the money Levin had given him to buy a
 horse, had been drinking without stopping, and had beaten his
 wife till he'd half killed her.  He listened, and read his book,
 and recalled the whole train of ideas suggested by his reading.
 It was Tyndall's Treatise on Heat.  He recalled his own
 criticisms of Tyndall of his complacent satisfaction in the
 cleverness of his experiments, and for his lack of philosophic
 insight.  And suddenly there floated into his mind the joyful
 thought: "In two years' time I shall have two Dutch cows; Pava
 herself will perhaps still be alive, a dozen young daughters of
 Berkoot and the three others--how lovely!" He took up his book again.  "Very good, electricity and heat are
 the same thing; but is it possible to substitute the one quantity
 for the other in the equation for the solution of any problem?
 No.  Well, then what of it?  The connection between all the
 forces of nature is felt instinctively....  It's particulary nice
 if Pava's daughter should be a red-spotted cow, and all the herd
 will take after her, and the other three, too!  Splendid!  To go
 out with my wife and visitors to meet the herd....  My wife says,
 Kostya and I looked after that calf like a child.'  'How can it
 interest you so much?' says a visitor.  'Everything that
 interests him, interests me.'  But who will she be?"  And he
 remembered what had happened at Moscow....  "Well, there's
 nothing to be done....  It's not my fault.  But now everything
 shall go on in a new way.  It's nonsense to pretend that life
 won't let one, that the past won't let one.  One must struggle to
 live better, much better."...  He raised his head, and fell to
 dreaming.  Old Laska, who had not yet fully digested her delight
 at his return, and had run out into the yard to bark, came back
 wagging her tail, and crept up to him, bringing in the scent of
 fresh air, put her head under his hand, and whined plaintively,
 asking to be stroked. "There, who'd have thought it?" said Agafea Mihalovna.  "The dog
 now...why, she understands that her master's come home, and that
 he's low-spirited." "Why low-spirited?" |