gwenevyn wrote:
Nothing good in raw, honest, poignant humanity? Beg to differ, sir.
Nothing good in brooding the way that I do.
But, I'm a man (if I can be called that) of
thought, and not of action. It's what comes
naturally.
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Of Dostoevsky, I've only read The Brothers Karamazov. I am not sure I could handle Notes from Underground yet, since from the looks of it I'm sure it would dredge up memories that are not yet sufficiently remote for me to regard with a cool eye.
I had read Karamazov, as well as Crime and Punishment, but neither struck
me with the same sense of hopelessly finding myself. Kinda felt some of
that again, when I found this site - but there seem to be a number of
people here much more capable of handling the day to day existence.
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We're all wretched enough, anyway, but it takes honesty to see it. We're not hopeless though.
No, sadly even I, who should know much better, am
plagued with hope. Forever to be crushed by my
inabilities.
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(I'm sooo sleepy. Apologies for any incoherency.)
Coherent to me. Enjoy your sleep, I've still got work to do.