Wednesday, December 8, 2010

From Dostoevsky: "Notes from Underground"

Oh, gentlemen, perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I've never been able to start or finish anything. Granted, granted I'm a babbler, a harmless, irksome babbler, as we all are. But what's to be done if the sole and express purpose of every intelligent man is babble -- that is, a deliberate pouring from empty into void. 
(as translated by Pevear and Volokhonsky) 

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