Monday, February 22, 2010

Analect 2.662x (не умеющего жить)



22 February 2010. Peeking sun from behind a few gray clouds, tiny golden needle of  high-lining jet...

"And she separated herself from the young man, who did not know how to live...," a Tolstoyan observation, indeed. Anna Pavlovna speaking, in the context of her first uncertain conversation with the young Pierre Bezukhov, recently arrived "from abroad," in frock coat and trousers of the most recent fashion, but with spectacles, and his expression of shy intelligence...

One can see the whole truth, but only at an infinite distance...

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