Sublime

voyeurism

Charon recommends asking patients to tell the story behind each scar on their bodies.

The prince observed with great surprise, as he approached his villa, accompanied by Rogojin, that a large number of people were assembled on his verandah, which was brilliantly lighted up. The company seemed merry and were noisily laughing and talking—even quarrelling, to judge from the sounds. At all events they were clearly enjoying themselves, a

Have you seen how they grow in patterns on the ground? If a man could only interpret them.

чрезвычайно долго тер мылом обе щеки, подперши их извнутри языком;

Why bother telling her? She won’t understand, he thought. And she really didn’t understand. She lit his candle with hers and ran out to see another guest off. When she came back, he was lying on his back, staring up. “What’s the matter with you? Are you feeling worse?” “Yes.” She shook her head and took a seat. “You know, Jean, I’m thinking that ma

All these traces of his life seemed to seize hold of him and say to him: ‘No, you won’t escape us and be different, you’ll be the same as you were: with doubts, an eternal dissatisfaction with yourself, vain attempts to improve, and failures, and an eternal expectation of the happiness that has eluded you and is not possible for you.’

So of course, Gaius could be mortal, and it was right for him to die, but for me, little Vanya, for Ivan Ilych, with all my thoughts and emotions—for me it’s a different story. It can’t possibly be that I have to die. That would be too horrible.