He had never lived in the city and never read books, but had collected various erudite words somewhere which he loved to use in conversation, and for this he was respected, although not always understood.
Maupassant was as overrated in the Russia of Chekhov's time as he later was in America; the more myopic French and American critics have repeatedly suggested that Maupassant is Chekhov's Western counterpart, even though his shallow despair and misanthropy are the very opposite of Chekhovian depth and compassion.
"I love Chekhov."
"I was always more of a Sulu fan."
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