"The rat has known shame?" Dazai said this quietly with a strange intonation in his voice, sounding both ominous and contemptuous. He looked down at Fyodor sitting on the floor. Always proud and arrogant, now he, disheveled and half naked, squeezed the edges of his coat with his fingers, covering himself with it. His eyes weren't looking at Dazai, but they weren't looking at the floor either. Fyodor’s gaze was directed somewhere into the distance, and his lips were slightly pursed.