dostoevsky's "white nights"
proust said that the hope of being soothed gives one the courage to suffer.
i just read dostoevsky's "white nights" and i gained courage for suffering. i felt as though i confronted suffering right on, hand in hand, with the narrator.
i feel like an utterly different person now.
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i've hit a stride -- i'm getting good at finding books i like
i don't remember how i even found this book though