the brothers karamazov

right now the book is at jesse and patrick's house so i have to go get it. it's the most incredible book and i don't want to forget why i think so. it's got all sorts of unbelievably wonderful things, alyosha himself in particular. there's a passage where it describes how unreasonably affected and sad he is after zosima is "corrupted" and smells after he dies and his passion and how its beautiful if naive and that reason, for reason would have squelched his passion, is cheap for its the most common thing, we all have plain old reasonable thinking. and there's ivan when he says "i'm a scoundrel" as he's leaving on the train back to moscow when its perfectly obvious he shouldn't and his relationship to that cook who bewitches and strangely entrances him who he despises, its all so unfamiliar and still somehow strikes me as so true and wise and beautiful. and grushenka, the awful grushenka who alyosha really is stupid in thinking she somehow has a beautiful heart, i guess that's his boundless heart (soi meme) but he's totally wrong she's just sort of pathetic for acting that way. and fyodor pavlovich himself the total loony with all his cognac and the sad and spiteful and bitter little rakitkin who wants to ruin alyosha's saintliness and father ferapont the lunatic who sees all the little demons and wears the chains and is the stupid holy fool. so many terrific happenings in this book and they often seem so loosely thrown together, its really just a fantastical parade of the extraordinary goings on of people's brains and souls and how beautiful man can be in his thoughts. what a pageant! and the grand inquisitor is a truly majestic idea, the whole idea of man being free in this life is pretty stupid. gotta curtail us and live for the afterlife. great way of suppressing the crazy masses. i am going to go for a walk to take in all the hilarious sights of st laurent at night.