"Wow, man. You've got that new translation of Dogan. How much is that?"
"Sixty-five dollars."
"Sixty-five dollars, even for a cat like me?"
"I wish it was cheaper too, believe me."
"I should've never burned all my poems, man. They might have made me some money. Then I could've bought Dogan, or anything else I wanted."
"You know what might work? Save a dollar each day. After sixty-five days, you'll be able to buy the book."
"That would work. But fuck, man, I want the book now."