“I’m never going to be handsome or famous. I’m never going to come to the capital from a small town. I’m never going to be a commander, or a commissar, or a scholar, or a racer, or an adventurer. All my life I dreamed of an extraordinary love. Soon I’ll be going back to my old apartment, to the room with the scary bed.”
"Human life is insignificant. What’s ominous is the movement of the spheres. When I settled here, a sun speck sat on the doorjamb at two in the afternoon. Thirty-six days passed. The speck jumped to the next room. The earth had completed another leg of its journey. The little sun speck, a child’s plaything, reminds us of eternity."
confusing but in a brilliant way. some of the allegories to the "new soviet" man had me lost (the role of ophelia was muddled at times...), though olesha's writing had me hooked from start to finish!