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Flashpoint obsessions with death. Pendulum swinging hither - everything is so awful why must it all cease - and thither - it is each our fate death necessary for that new bloom. Weak narrative here in this Tolstoy but bolstered all the same by well written monologue and soliloquy’s, his forte.

“I want to go to sleep, to forget, and I cannot; I cannot get rid of self!”

Fantastic novella...