Lately, I’ve been falling asleep in the cities of Petersburg and Moscow. I’ve been dreaming of princes and inheritances and wealthy families and love’s irony. All this because I’m in the middle of Fyodor Dostoevsky’s famous work, “The Idiot.”
This prince, dubbed the idiot in the first pages, has officially stolen my heart. What a character he is! Social mores have no consequence and certainly no hold, though I am at times perplexed by the flush in his cheeks. He is a man without presumption.
I cannot follow in this bold claim. I see how alltogether presumptuous I am. Ironical that though I am fully aware of this tendency, I still live with a certain snobbish air. How ridiculous it sounds even as I say it! But, it is sadly all too true.
I am on page 181 and the adventure could not be long enough for me. Have you ever absorbed some form of art and desired so intensely to understand it completely that you rush to finish? I’ll try to explain. Whenever I read a C.S. Lewis novel or listen to one of my favorite Nickel Creek songs, I am impatient for it to finish so that it can be known – part of my life repertoire. It’s like eating a delicacy, so good that you stuff your mouth, only to find that it’s over too soon and you now have indigestion. I suppose it’s as hard to articulate as it is for me to explain.
I just know that my desire for art, philosophy, and literature seems at times to jump from book to book, page to page in a kind of ADD rhythm. I can hardly focus on the fascinating work in front of me, but upon finishing all I really want to do is go back and absorb it all over again.
If literature were chocolate, I would always have a sweet, sticky face and a tummy-ache. I shall try my best to enjoy Prince Myshkin to the most while I have him.
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Love the new look!!>Savor each bite…..>love,mom