“What the hell am I thinking about?”—Raskolnikov, Crime and Punishment
I’ve been reading through Oliver Ready’s
[http://podularity.com/2014/04/07/conversations-with-translators-i-oliver-ready-on-crime-and-punishment/]
new translation of Dostoyevsky’s classic Crime
“Myth is the mountain whence all the different streams arise which become truths
down here in the valley; in had valle abstractionis.”
—C.S. LewisHow does one picture the pathos of humanity, of
“They also say, gentlemen, that the bird flies to the fowler. That’s true, and
I’m ready to agree: but who is the fowler here, and who is the bird? That’s
“Are you not aware that there comes a midnight hour when everyone must unmask…”
~ Soren Kierkegaard
I get this fidgety and sweaty-palmed shame every time I have to go to the
grocery store.
One of the greatest opening sentences in all of literature is from Dostoevsky’s
Notes from Underground: “I am a sick man… I am an evil man.” Sick men we may be.
But
