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 although, 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 am 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 lecturers are fine.
It's me, I suppose. You see, I wanted to do philosophy rather than English, but my parents took me out of it.
M: So the course is OK as such. It's just that hadn't 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?