Sublime

for until now neither their wisdom nor the ardor of their hearts has been able to create another, higher image of man and his dignity than the image shown of old by Christ.

“Farewell, my great and dear one, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to throw myself into your cold waves.

The Brothers Karamazov, which was appearing serially, was being read and discussed with great excitement.

you to calm yourself. How awkward this all is, my

Dostoevsky’s achievement is that he is able to put words of hate into the mouths of basically hateful people without destroying the reader’s sympathy for them.

If there was anyone to whom the brothers were indebted for their upbringing and education for the rest of their lives, it was to this Yefim Petrovich, a most generous and humane man, of a kind rarely found.

Besides, this monk was meddlesome and adroit by nature, and extremely curious about everything.

“Feed them first, then ask virtue of them!”—that