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the more i read this book, the more i wonder if it's actually not about jesus at all but about us, christ in each of us struggling to become, as he says in the introduction, “this book is not a biography; it is the confession of every man who struggles.” he's driven by the question of how a normal human would fare with the burden of carrying out god’s will. in some sense, perhaps you are meant to become christ.

lol i know exactly which of my autistic friends would love this ish and i am not one of them 🙃

father forgive me for i am smitten

someone pls ask me who my role model is

OH MY GOD I AM OBSESSED SHE IS MY IDOL

the worst horror is that other people become increasingly unreal. the devil doesn’t, perhaps can’t, do anything to Korothov. K has to do that to himself.

love how the most mundane props of city life are used to create Bulgakov’s signature style of slapstick comedy combined with horror

i will never forget the day i spent reading this book

what the heck is happening haha— this book is everything and nothing like i thought it would be. crazy chaotic entertaining energy

From early on, he was considered to be a little devil and a sly fellow, then he became more and more impertinent, and in the end he had so provoked his father’s household against him, as well as the neighbors, the tribe, and the government, that he was solemnly excommunicated and, like the scapegoat, driven out into the wilderness
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The other fable I’ve made up about Jakob is this: Jakob was a ne’er-do-well, a mischiefmaker, a little rascal, which in no way rules out his being a genius. With his impudent attacks and pranks, he had at first bewildered and at times delighted his father and mother, siblings and relatives, and finally the whole of his community or colony.
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“It is conceivable, or rather, imaginable that this Jakob was a genius who from an early age felt himself to be very different, striving for an abnormal degree of individuality, dreaming of accomplishments, achievements, and honors which were unknown in jackdaw life and the jackdaw tribe, and thus he became an outsider and loner”

The main questions remain unanswered: where the bird made its home and how it came to be on intimate terms with human beings. One person told me the bird was tamed and that he belonged to a woman in Ennetbaden. Another said that he roamed freely, wherever it suited him, and sometimes he’d fly into a room through an open window, peck at something edible, or pluck to shreds some knitted garment left lying around.

This jackdaw was accustomed to having dealings with humans, you could talk to it, and a few people who knew him had already come by and greeted him, saying: “Salut, Jakob.”