On Friday he had to write his Sunday feuilleton. For all they
paid him a hundred and twenty-five roubles a month; he worked
fast, and devoted all his leisure time to the "survey and study
of charitable institutions." Together with Foma he strolled about
the clubs, hotels and taverns till late at night, drawing
material everywhere for his articles, which he called "brushes
for the cleansing of the conscience of society." The censor he
styled as superintendent of the diffusion of truth and
righteousness in life," the newspaper he called "the go-between,
engaged in introducing the reader to dangerous ideas," and his
own work, "the sale of a soul in retail," and "an inclination to
audacity against holy institutions."
Foma could hardly make out when Yozhov jested and when he was in
earnest. He spoke of everything enthusiastically and
passionately, he condemned everything harshly, and Foma liked it.
But often, beginning to argue enthusiastically, he refuted and
contradicted himself with equal enthusiasm or wound up his speech
with some ridiculous turn.
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