A fashionable publisher has offered him five hundred pounds for a book.

It will be a ghastly failure.

He has lost the habit of consecutive thinking in prison, you know." The Professor on his feet, now buttoning his coat, looked about him with perfect indifference.
"What are you going to do ?" asked Ossipon wearily.

He dreaded the blame of the Central Red Committee, a body which had no permanent place of abode, and of whose membership he was not exactly informed.

If this affair eventuated in the stoppage of the modest subsidy allotted to the publication of the F.P.pamphlets, then indeed he would have to regret Verloc's inexplicable folly.
"Solidarity with the extremest form of action is one thing, and silly recklessness is another," he said, with a sort of moody brutality.