He scoffs. "They don't all get to be happy. You think Trevor is happy? Happy people don't need to drown themselves in liquor every damn day."
It's all so confusing. He starts to lose his temper, somewhere between the revelation of Misty Quigley's lesbian relationship and Malcolm's secret lycanthropy (or was that just another creature like the vampire Trevor? Communication is impossible when the rules of basic reality aren't clear—). The rest sounds like raving, but the final unspoken accusation finally makes him snap. No, they are not talking about Stavrogin.
"What, so because they hurt me, I'm supposed to agree to their terms? I'm not even supposed to try to free myself!? You know they're going to hurt me anyway, Walter. Even if I changed my mind and decided I want to graduate like a good, sensible boy, you think I wouldn't still end up stuck here for years like Sweeney!?" He waves a hand, lowering his voice to a flat tone. "They hate people like me here."
It's a simple truth, one he feels deeply, even if his face and voice are cold. They hate me, and I'm glad. I want them to hate me more. That's the point of all this.
"She's not going to listen to you, Walter, you fool. You're nothing to her—just some uncooperative inmate. You don't have to worry about betraying her to the rats. They already got to her first, and she's already agreed to everything. That's how they are here."
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It's all so confusing. He starts to lose his temper, somewhere between the revelation of Misty Quigley's lesbian relationship and Malcolm's secret lycanthropy (or was that just another creature like the vampire Trevor? Communication is impossible when the rules of basic reality aren't clear—). The rest sounds like raving, but the final unspoken accusation finally makes him snap. No, they are not talking about Stavrogin.
"What, so because they hurt me, I'm supposed to agree to their terms? I'm not even supposed to try to free myself!? You know they're going to hurt me anyway, Walter. Even if I changed my mind and decided I want to graduate like a good, sensible boy, you think I wouldn't still end up stuck here for years like Sweeney!?" He waves a hand, lowering his voice to a flat tone. "They hate people like me here."
It's a simple truth, one he feels deeply, even if his face and voice are cold. They hate me, and I'm glad. I want them to hate me more. That's the point of all this.
"She's not going to listen to you, Walter, you fool. You're nothing to her—just some uncooperative inmate. You don't have to worry about betraying her to the rats. They already got to her first, and she's already agreed to everything. That's how they are here."