Ezra Shirazi had pictured the University of Tehran as a
sort of Greek temple basking in the sun of knowledge,
and was amazed to find an unprepossessing jumble of dark,
dilapidated buildings. Despite his disenchantment he studied hard. Lectures and
laboratories kept him busy from early morning until three in
the afternoon. Most of his professors were renowned scholars, and
listening to them brought home to him the depths of
his ignorance. He wondered if he would ever acquire the
knowledge necessary to practice his chosen profession. He dreamed of
the security and respect that came with a dental career.
Paraphrases from the biography Chekhov by Henri Troyat.