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On the Occasion of Wet Snow

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Dostoyevsky, F. (1983). On the Occasion of Wet Snow. In Dostoyevsky, F. Notes From Underground. Bantam Classics, pp. 41-157

44

Another thing tormented me in those days: the fact that no one else was like me, and I was like no one else. I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody. And I worried about it.

young CF influenced by this book?

—p.44 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 4 years, 6 months ago

Another thing tormented me in those days: the fact that no one else was like me, and I was like no one else. I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody. And I worried about it.

young CF influenced by this book?

—p.44 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 4 years, 6 months ago

(adjective) being notoriously without moderation; extreme

46

the most arrant scoundrel

—p.46 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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4 years, 6 months ago

the most arrant scoundrel

—p.46 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
uncertain
4 years, 6 months ago
56

[...] Either a hero, or mud; there was no middle. Indeed, this is what ruined me, because, mired down in filth, I would console myself with the thought that at other times I was a hero, and the hero redeemed the filth. As if to say: it would be shameful for an ordinary man to get mired down, but a hero is too sublime to be completely defiled, hence he could wallow in filth.

—p.56 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 4 years, 6 months ago

[...] Either a hero, or mud; there was no middle. Indeed, this is what ruined me, because, mired down in filth, I would console myself with the thought that at other times I was a hero, and the hero redeemed the filth. As if to say: it would be shameful for an ordinary man to get mired down, but a hero is too sublime to be completely defiled, hence he could wallow in filth.

—p.56 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 4 years, 6 months ago

(verb) to act in a subservient manner; submit / (noun) trundle bed

62

truckled to him for ulterior motives and often borrowed money from him

—p.62 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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4 years, 6 months ago

truckled to him for ulterior motives and often borrowed money from him

—p.62 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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4 years, 6 months ago
63

"But why twenty-one?" I asked with some agitation, perhaps even with resentment. "Counting me, it will be twenty-eight rubles, not twenty-one."

It seemed to me that this sudden and unexpected offer to join in would be a handsome gesture; it would immediately win them over and raise me in their estimaton.

[...]

"But why? I'd think I'm also an old schoolmate, and, frankly, I resent being left out." I began to boil over again.

the most cringe one can possibly hope to ensure

—p.63 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 4 years, 6 months ago

"But why twenty-one?" I asked with some agitation, perhaps even with resentment. "Counting me, it will be twenty-eight rubles, not twenty-one."

It seemed to me that this sudden and unexpected offer to join in would be a handsome gesture; it would immediately win them over and raise me in their estimaton.

[...]

"But why? I'd think I'm also an old schoolmate, and, frankly, I resent being left out." I began to boil over again.

the most cringe one can possibly hope to ensure

—p.63 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 4 years, 6 months ago

(noun) a strengthening crossbar, in particular one set above a window or door

69

I kept going to the window, opening the transom

—p.69 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
notable
4 years, 6 months ago

I kept going to the window, opening the transom

—p.69 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
notable
4 years, 6 months ago
75

I sat ignored by everyone, crushed and annihilated.

Good Lord, is this fit company for me? I thought. And what a fool I've made of myself before them! [...] The numbskulls think they've done me a favor by letting me sit at their table, they don't understand that it's I, I who am honoring them, and not the other way around.

—p.75 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 4 years, 6 months ago

I sat ignored by everyone, crushed and annihilated.

Good Lord, is this fit company for me? I thought. And what a fool I've made of myself before them! [...] The numbskulls think they've done me a favor by letting me sit at their table, they don't understand that it's I, I who am honoring them, and not the other way around.

—p.75 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 4 years, 6 months ago
120

[...] I was furious with myself but, naturally, she was the one who would pay. A terrible anger against her surged through my heart; I could have killed her. [...]

—p.120 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 4 years, 6 months ago

[...] I was furious with myself but, naturally, she was the one who would pay. A terrible anger against her surged through my heart; I could have killed her. [...]

—p.120 by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 4 years, 6 months ago