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The frontlining novella forces the reader, far and wide across fields of grass that are greener or not as green notwithstanding, to show candor as they observe life from the perspective of nearing death. I, myself, have resorted to illness for a type of attention without conditions; love that means care, manifesting my recovery whilst not remembering the expectations and disappointments. For me, that is true love.
— Nov 09, 2026 02:06AM
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After The Ball is ravishingly romantic since the starting steps, which establishes a cunning illusion for what would inevitably unfold, beauty leading beholders to their existential unbecoming like an oceanic voyage sailing in a straight line, spotting magical sights and sensorial stimulation but at the spectre-called encore toppling over the World’s Edge like an ancient pre-Aristotle adventure; love and loathing.
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Averageness at its conflicting albeit coexistable state of affairs is the balancing act, a magnum opus mentality, of living a modest lifestyle - accepting available community and acknowledging earthly, frequently material attractions - and getting to the timestamp of dying in acceptance of such surface-level sentiments. Every average person is entitled to love and lash out at things howevet they so desire, averagely.
— Nov 05, 2026 08:37PM
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All prefacing and establishing abstract ethical grounds for their coming primary performance - The Death of Ivan Ilyich - the initial chapters and half are loyal and longing callbacks to the first pages’ discussion of bravery, lightening a nuanced narrative that lays down a belief system of being brave by knowing what is right and of utmost value to oneself than committing to a legacy through statistical sacrifice.
— Nov 05, 2026 05:15PM
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An unfolding legend of a village cry festival had devotedly crawled and managed out the marshes to be a dazzling, radiant promise that some good awaits, then lost the dark magic cloak off its slippery and snakish shoulders to show its true, soul-lurking and graphite-colored funnel into utterly wasted morality once, twice, a thousand repetitions more; regret and guilt of judgement imposed are what it truly is.
— Nov 05, 2026 12:33AM
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Friendly and akin to Harpman's hope-manufacturing factory of day-long tragic tellings, the pages proceeding this Russian life-death mentalizing montage's midpoint takes turns for the better, surprising stereotypical skeptics on the old prodigy's work reducing the opus to pessimistic ponderings. Here, a life of lies can factualize and gradually grow to a truthful one, where it dies deserving of flowers and pride.
— Nov 04, 2026 04:40AM
Paper and Porcelain
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A non-outshiningly typical reader with nationally median literacy cannot fight the feelings he was coerced to feel by Joyce's montages of city-caressing anecdotes in Dubliners, even while the emotions of Tolstoy have interlaced and mostly substituted the melancholy of his last read. The Death of Ivan Ilych's centerlining chapters pose the same curiosity, whether dying is the end all things or the start of others.
— Nov 02, 2026 05:04AM
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Previously materialized and sensorial - although never once synthetic, Leo (addressed by his first given name due to matured intimacy) has moved to the physicality of faces; not the mere simplicity of smiles and frowns, but them having their funeral, buried in palms and plain-colored hankerchiefs, the way mustaches and crow’s feet dancing grievously at the bass vibrations of the human owners’ tragic tunes.
— Nov 01, 2026 05:36PM
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Cushioning the polar-cold-pillow descriptiveness of Tolstoy’s emphasis on objects that define lives, he also makes the time and blood-oath contract of a tragic bond for every fallen soldier he has diven into the mundane and muddy traumatized army routine of. When a troop, a comrade, an old lover of unadulterated adult innocence - or what was left - falters at a bullet and its ricocheting sadness, the losses kill.
— Oct 29, 2026 11:07PM
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The introduction fixed a mirror against another with a foundation of impartial glass, like a kaleidoscope where the peeker’s eye is voyeuring at itself like a self-summoned, biblically accurate angel’s eery judgment. Death of Ivan Ilyich becomes Death of Leo Tolstoy, dragging two feet out the door and kicking up two warring dust ghosts. Three dozens of pages along, the writer was cemently detached from himself.
— Oct 28, 2026 06:51AM
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The life of Tolstoy in the prefacing timeline colors The Raid - a retelling of his manipulated military memories - in the waking tones of nihilistic grays, like the storm before the calm, the dying flames of excitement flashing out the last drop of life’s lighter fluid.
— Oct 27, 2026 06:23AM
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Ilyich agrees. He was in no power and fed with no demand to inflict himself with physical weakness that went on to tire him down in every sense. Work - though of an impassioned profession - surely became a bore. Marriage - sweet and future-nourishing albeit at the cost of rare personal peacetime - has lost what trivially remained of its charm. The last thing, the hanging thread bolted to the building’s top-storey brick edge where his final fingertip held onto for a desperate inch of being’s residue, was simply and modestly for a man of his status to silently want a pity party. It is a request that hurts the worst if unanswered, days away from death’s increasingly ajar door.
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