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Criminology in frequent strides undertakes the deliberate quest of traditionally - and barbarically - framing wrongdoers as subhuman creatures born to sin and breathe suffering onto society’s lungs; their actual actions, the mass-journalized nature of their heists and manslaughter, their body language that could have hinted at an offense, the superficial intricacies fixatedly analyzed rather than society itself.
— Nov 10, 2026 09:04PM
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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.
— Nov 09, 2026 07:56PM
Paper and Porcelain
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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
Paper and Porcelain
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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
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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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Nov 10, 2026 09:14PM
Tolstoy, thought to have been master of two trades, that of existentially purposeless grief and fate-jeopardized romance, has risen with grim and grace to bring forth another insightful breakthrough; a metaphysical inquisition about infrastructures that impoverish laborers who are singlehandedly keeping the social ladder trained upright, only so that the exploitative and entitled aristocrats can make their discriminatory climb. The poor loot and kill because the system has belittled and animalized their humanity, lowering hardly day-feedable minimum wages to shave some cents off their monthly expenditures - figures overshadowed and shrunken by their profits. And when these black-suited, shined-shoed gentlemen come to cry in court, judges hand the peasants a sentence while going home to another full meal afforded by bribes. What an infuriating ordeal Leo has managed to retell and reimagine based on and at the inspiration of the mortal world still striving for more injustice and inhumanity this very day.
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