"You ought to get out of teaching. One small theft and you're back again on your heels -- Are you sure you won't give business a try? It's never too late for a change."
"He despises the business world. You're only wasting your breath." The wife interjects in response to Tatara. In fact, she would love for the master to try his hand in business.
"How many years is it since you graduated?"
"This must be his ninth year out of school." The wife looks to her husband, who neither confirms nor refutes her reckoning.
"Nine years in, and no advancement. Hard as you study, the world takes no notice. 'The young lord, forsaken and alone ...'" Tatara recites to the wife a verse of poetry from his middle school days. The wife, unfamiliar with the referenced work, offers up no response.
"I despise teaching, but I despise the business world even more so." The master, it seems, is struggling to think what it is he takes liking in.
"He despises most everything ..."
"The only thing he doesn't despise, I take it, is his wife." Tatara, uncharacteristically, ventures a quip.
"Most despised of all." The master's reply is terse and unequivocal.
The wife diverts her gaze, pretending not to care. Then she looks back at the master. "Despises life itself." She rebuffs him to her own satisfaction.