Fyodor Dostoevsky

mind, that never should I depart from Roulettenberg until some radical,

some final, change had taken place in my fortunes. Thus, it must

and would be. However ridiculous it may seem to you that I was

expecting to win at roulette, I look upon the generally accepted

opinion concerning the folly and the grossness of hoping to win

at gambling as a thing even more absurd. For why is gambling a

whit worse than any other method of acquiring money? How, for

instance, is it worse than trade? True, out of a hundred

persons, only one can win; yet what business is that of yours or

of mine?

At all events, I confined myself at first simply to looking on,

and decided to attempt nothing serious. Indeed, I felt that, if

I began to do anything at all, I should do it in an

absent-minded, haphazard sort of way--of that I felt certain.

Also. it behoved me to learn the game itself; since, despite a

thousand descriptions of roulette which I had read with

ceaseless avidity, I knew nothing of its rules, and had never

even seen it played.

In the first place, everything about it seemed to me so foul--so

morally mean and foul. Yet I am not speaking of the hungry,

restless folk who, by scores nay, even by hundreds--could be seen

crowded around the gaming-tables. For in a desire to win quickly

and to win much I can see nothing sordid; I have always

applauded the opinion of a certain dead and gone, but cocksure,

moralist who replied to the excuse that " one may always gamble

moderately ", by saying that to do so makes things worse, since,

in that case, the profits too will always be moderate.

Insignificant profits and sumptuous profits do not stand on the

same footing. No, it is all a matter of proportion. What may

seem a small sum to a Rothschild may seem a large sum to me, and

it is not the fault of stakes or of winnings that everywhere men

can be found winning, can be found depriving their fellows of

something, just as they do at roulette. As to the question

whether stakes and winnings are, in themselves, immoral is

another question altogether, and I wish to express no opinion

upon it. Yet the very fact that I was full of a strong desire to

win caused this gambling for gain, in spite of its attendant

squalor, to contain, if you will, something intimate, something

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