[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 in the last ten minutes.
W: No, Jim, I suppose I haven’t. I need to get through it though, but I keep 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’s not just the book. It’s the course as well?
W: Yeah, in a way, although the course itself isn’t really that bad. A lot of it is pretty good in fact, and the lecture is fine. It’s me, I suppose. You see, I want to do Philosophy rather than English, but my parents talk me out of it.
M: So the course is OK as such, it’s just that had it been left 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 have 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 would be so disappointed though if I told them I was quitting.