"Then, " said the relative, "I want you, like a good boy, to fasten the rope to the brick and tie it around your damned neck and jump into the pond and drown yourself. In a few days I will send and have you fished up and buried because I shall need to dance on your grave."
Now, I will admit that up to this passage (which appears on page 102 of the edition I'm reading) I was not exactly eating this book up. It was one of the many books I have on the go -- one in my bag, one in my desk, a half dozen by my bed -- and depending on my mood I will either pick up and read, or skip in favour of something lighter (or denser in this case). Overall, I still think the writing is not to my taste, but since the above passage made me laugh out loud in public (something few books accomplish), I will certainly finish reading it.