Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Dostoevsky on debauchery as an antidote to ennui

In debauchery there is at least something constant, based on nature, indeed, and not subject to fantasy, something that exists in the blood as an eternal flame, always ready to set one on fire, and not be readily extinguished, for a long time to come, perhaps for many years. You will agree that in its way it is an occupation.

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