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I love Tolstoy because you read about his marriage, and it's like "wow, he doesn't know anything about women", and then you read anything written by Tolstoy, and it's like "wow, nobody understands women better than he does"

Up to this time Nekhlúdoff had played with a sensation of self-admiration, had admired his own remorse; now he was simply filled with horror. He knew he could not throw her up now, and yet he could not imagine what would come of their relations to one another.