“It wasn’t the New World that mattered…Columbus died almost without seeing it; and not really knowing what he had discovered. It’s life that matters, nothing but life — the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.” The Idiot is one of Dostoyevsky’s most tragic novels I’ve read so… Continue reading Thoughts on: The Idiot
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