“Because you'd just be a prey to everybody and anybody.”

“How a prey?”

“They'd come and take everything you'd got.”

“Well, they couldn't take much even then. I don't care what they take. I'd rather have a robber who carried me off than a millionaire who gave me everything you can buy.”

“That's because you are a romanticist.”

“Yes, I am. I want to be romantic. I hate houses that never go away, and people just living in the houses. It's all so stiff and stupid. I hate soldiers, they are stiff and wooden.

What do you fight for, really?”

“I would fight for the nation.”