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Marriage, which was to bring guidance into worthy and imperative occupation, had not yet freed her from the gentlewoman's oppressive liberty: it had not even filled her leisure with the ruminant joy of unchecked tenderness. Her blooming full-pulsed youth stood there in a moral imprisonment which made itself one with the chill, colourless, narrowed landscape [ . . . ] what if I underlined everything? WHAT THEN?

"I will certainly cry today. Au revoir. I simply dread the thought of meeting you. Lise"

who among us!?

"Alyosha read the letter with surprise, he read it twice, thought to himself a little, and then suddenly began to laugh softly and contentedly. He shuddered; his laughter struck him as sinful. But a second later he was laughing again just as softly and joyfully. He slowly returned the letter to its envelope, crossed himself, and lay down. The turmoil in his soul had passed."

MY ALYOSHA!!

well, this seems stressful already (complimentary)

"But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with. Talk about the weather and other well-bred topics is apt to seem a hollow device, and behavior can hardly become easy unless it frankly recognizes a mutual fascination - which of course need not mean anything deep or serious."

"But selfish people always think their own discomfort of more importance than anything else in the world"

ahh Mary!

definitely should have tuned off the move books to a different shelf setting so my feed isn’t just all the books I didn’t finish 🤪🙃

"(pardon these details for once - you would have learned to love them if you had known Caleb Garth)"

chapter two, lizaveta smerdyashchaya, deeply disturbing

"I should really have said more about him in particular for so long in describing such nondescript servants, and so I shall now return to my tale, in the hope that further information about Smerdyakov will somehow or other be revealed naturally as my story unfolds."

this narrator!!

Eraserhead shit happening

the glory-hole is not the same kind of glory hole I am more familiar with. according to the corning museum of glass, the phrase comes from glass blowing and the religious idea of glory not pervert origins although the glory-hole being in Fyodor's rat-infested home does make me think it referring to both blown glass and getting blown.

"glory-holes" ?!

Book III
Waiting for Death. [PERIOD!]

Fyodor, you fool!

Mr Garth!??

Loud men called his subdued tone an undertone, and sometimes implied that it was inconsistent with openness; though there seems to be no reason why a loud man should not be given to concealment of anything except his own voice, unless it can be shown that Holy Writ has placed the seat of candour in the lungs.

"He has got no good red blood in his body," said Sir James.
"No. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass, and it was all semicolons and parentheses," said Mrs Cadwallader [ . . . ]
"Oh, he dreams footnotes, and they run away with all his brains."

the scream I let out

book (The Story of a Family) 1 complete . . .
ngl it has crossed my mind: what did Tolstoy think??

Book One complete! this upcoming meeting with the starets is giving me heartburn.

I have 8 other books I’m reading right now but, sure starting another 500 page book makes sense 😃

"What answer was possible to such stupid complimenting?"

"She likes giving up."
"If that were true, Celia, my giving-up would be self-indulgence, not self-mortification. But there may be good reasons for choosing not to do what is very agreeable," said Dorothea.

okay now I am for real starting Middlemarch

It is possible, as everybody knows, to have such memories from an even earlier age, from say two, which will continue erupting throughout one's life like points of light in the darkness, like a fragment torn out of a vast canvas which, except for this one tiny corner, has faded and disappeared.

one year my grandma (z"l) bought me a sweatshirt that read, "I put the 'fun' in dysfunctional!" anyway, I miss that sweatshirt (and my grandma)