"But I don't admire it at all! Not at all! It doesn't interest me in the least! I read two verses—and I'm already bored. God help me, how am I supposed to admire it when I don't admire it?" His eyes popped, and he sat down, thus sinking into a bottomless pit. The teacher choked on this naive confession."For God's sake be quiet!" he hissed. "I'll flunk you. Galkiewicz, you want to ruin me! You probably don't realize what you've just said?"
Galkiewicz
"But I don't understand it! I don't understand how I can admire it when I don't admire it."
Teacher
"How can you not admire it, Galkiewicz, when I told you a thousand times that you do admire it."
Galkiewicz
"Well, I don't admire it."
Teacher
"That's your private business. Obviously, Galkiewicz, you lack the intelligence. Others admire it."
Galkiewicz
"Nobody admires it, I swear. How can anybody admire it when nobody reads it besides us, schoolboys, and only because we're forced to ..."
Teacher
"Quiet, for God's sake! That's because there aren't many people who are truly cultural and up to the task..."
Galkiewicz
"But the cultural ones don't read it either. Nobody does, nobody. Absolutely nobody."
Teacher
"Listen, Galkiewicz, I have a wife and a child! Have pity on the child at least! There's no doubt, Galkiewicz, that we should admire great poetry, and Slowacki was, after all, a great poet... Maybe Slowacki doesn't move you, Galkiewicz, but you can't tell me that Mickiewicz, Byron, Pushkin, Shelley, Goethe don't pierce your soul through and through..."
Galkiewicz
"They pierce nobody. Nobody cares, they're bored by it all. Nobody can read more than two or three verses. O God! I can't..."
Teacher
"This is preposterous! Great poetry must be admired, because it is great and because it is poetry, and so we admire it."
Galkiewicz
"Well, I can't. And nobody can! O God!"
- Witold Gombrowicz, "Ferdydurke" (1937)













