Have acquired new convictions of their own. By doing this they haveīeen able to persuade themselves, without further trouble, that they On blue spectacles, and call themselves Nihilists. Many of our young women have thought fit to cut their hair short, put Simpler than to imagine himself an original character, and to revel in that To a commonplace man of limited intellect, for instance, nothing is The former of these classes is the happier. They can be divided into two classes as all menĬan-that is, those of limited intellect, and those who are much cleverer. Of such people there are countless numbers in this world-far moreĮven than appear. Of one's own-to be, in fact, "just like everyone else." Pleasing presence, average education, to be "not stupid," kindhearted,Īnd yet to have no talent at all, no originality, not a single idea “There is nothing so annoying as to be fairly rich, of a fairly good family, What was this banquet, what was this great everlasting feast, to which he had long been drawn, always, ever since childhood, and which he could never join? Every morning the same bright sun rises every morning there is a rainbow over the waterfall every evening the highest snowcapped mountain, there, far away, at the edge of the sky, burns with a crimson flame every little fly that buzzes near him in a hot ray of sunlight participates in this whole chorus: knows its place, loves it, and is happy every little blade of grass grows and is happy! And everything has its path, and everything knows its path, goes with a song and comes back with a song only he knows nothing, understands nothing, neither people nor sounds, a stranger to everything and a castaway.” What had tormented him was that he was a total stranger to it all. He remembered now how he had stretched out his arms to that bright, infinite blue and wept. Before him was the shining sky, below him the lake, around him the horizon, bright and infinite, as if it went on forever. “Once he went into the mountains on a clear, sunny day, and wandered about for a long time with a tormenting thought that refused to take shape. But why at the same time could your reason be reconciled with such obvious absurdities and impossibilities, with which, among other things, your dream was filled? Before your eyes, one of your murderers turned into a woman, and from a woman into a clever, nasty little dwarf-and all that you allowed at once, as an accomplished fact, almost without the least perplexity, and precisely at the moment when, on the other hand, your reason was strained to the utmost, displaying extraordinary force, cleverness, keenness, logic? Why, also, on awakening from your dream and entering fully into reality, do you feel almost every time, and occasionally with an extraordinary force of impressions, that along with the dream you are leaving behind something you have failed to fathom? You smile at the absurdity of your dream and feel at the same time that the tissue of those absurdities contains some thought, but a thought that is real, something that belongs to your true life, something that exists and has always existed in your heart it is as if your dream has told you something new, prophetic, awaited your impression is strong, it is joyful or tormenting, but what it is and what has been told you-all that you can neither comprehend nor recall.” “Sometimes you dream strange dreams, impossible and unnatural you wake up and remember them clearly, and are surprised at a strange fact: you remember first of all that reason did not abandon you during the whole course of your dream you even remember that you acted extremely cleverly and logically for that whole long, long time when you were surrounded by murderers, when they were being clever with you, concealed their intentions, treated you in a friendly way, though they already had their weapons ready and were only waiting for some sort of sign you remember how cleverly you finally deceived them, hid from them then you realize that they know your whole deception by heart and merely do not show you that they know where you are hiding but you are clever and deceive them again-all that you remember clearly.
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