[originaltext]M: Hey, Karen. You are not really reading it, are you?W: Pardon?

M: Hey, Karen. You are not really reading it, are you?
W: Pardon?
M: The book. You haven’t turned the page the last 10 minutes.
W: No Jim. I suppose I haven’t. I need to get it through though. But I kept drifting away.
M: So it doesn’t really hold your interest?
W: No, not really. I wouldn’t bother with it, to be honest. But I have to read it for a seminar. I’m at the university.
M: It’s a labor of labor then, rather than a labor of love.
W: I should say. I don’t like Dickens at all, really, the author. Indeed, I’m starting to like the whole course less and less.
M: It is not just the book. It’s the course as well?
W: Yeah, in a way. But as a course in itself it isn’t really that had. A lot of it is pretty good, in fact. And the lecturer is fine. It’s me I suppose. You see, I want to do philosophy, rather than English. But my parents took me out of it.
M: So the courses are OK as such.  It’s just that had it been left it to you, you would have chosen a different one.
W: Oh. They had my best interest at heart, of course, my parents. They always do, don’t they? They believe that my job prospects would’ve been pretty limited with the degree in philosophy, plus they give me a really generous allowance. But I am beginning to feel that I’m wasting my time, and their money. They will be so disappointed though if I told them I was quitting.