Fyodor Dostoevsky

sympathetic, to my eyes: for it is always pleasant to see men

dispensing with ceremony, and acting naturally, and in an

unbuttoned mood. . . .

Yet, why should I so deceive myself? I

could see that the whole thing was a vain and unreasoning

pursuit; and what, at the first glance, seemed to me the ugliest

feature in this mob of roulette players was their respect for

their occupation--the seriousness, and even the humility, with

which they stood around the gaming tables. Moreover, I had

always drawn sharp distinctions between a game which is de

mauvais genre and a game which is permissible to a decent man.

In fact, there are two sorts of gaming--namely, the game of the

gentleman and the game of the plebs--the game for gain, and the

game of the herd. Herein, as said, I draw sharp distinctions.

Yet how essentially base are the distinctions! For instance, a

gentleman may stake, say, five or ten louis d'or--seldom more,

unless he is a very rich man, when he may stake, say, a thousand

francs; but, he must do this simply for the love of the game

itself--simply for sport, simply in order to observe the process

of winning or of losing, and, above all things, as a man who

remains quite uninterested in the possibility of his issuing a

winner. If he wins, he will be at liberty, perhaps, to give vent

to a laugh, or to pass a remark on the circumstance to a

bystander, or to stake again, or to double his stake; but, even

this he must do solely out of curiosity, and for the pleasure of

watching the play of chances and of calculations, and not

because of any vulgar desire to win. In a word, he must look

upon the gaming-table, upon roulette, and upon trente et

quarante, as mere relaxations which have been arranged solely

for his amusement. Of the existence of the lures and gains upon

which the bank is founded and maintained he must profess to have

not an inkling. Best of all, he ought to imagine his

fellow-gamblers and the rest of the mob which stands trembling

over a coin to be equally rich and gentlemanly with himself, and

playing solely for recreation and pleasure. This complete

ignorance of the realities, this innocent view of mankind, is

what, in my opinion, constitutes the truly aristocratic. For

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