Fyodor Dostoevsky

ourselves that at such and such a time and in such and such circumstances

nature does not ask our leave; that we have got to take her as she is

and not fashion her to suit our fancy, and if we really aspire to formulas

and tables of rules, and well, even ... to the chemical retort, there's no

help for it, we must accept the retort too, or else it will be accepted

without our consent ...."

Yes, but here I come to a stop! Gentlemen, you must excuse me for being

over-philosophical; it's the result of forty years underground! Allow me to

indulge my fancy. You see, gentlemen, reason is an excellent thing, there's

no disputing that, but reason is nothing but reason and satisfies only

the rational side of man's nature, while will is a manifestation of the whole

life, that is, of the whole human life including reason and all the impulses.

And although our life, in this manifestation of it, is often worthless, yet

it is life and not simply extracting square roots. Here I, for instance,

quite naturally want to live, in order to satisfy all my capacities for

life, and not simply my capacity for reasoning, that is, not simply one

twentieth of my capacity for life. What does reason know? Reason only

knows what it has succeeded in learning (some things, perhaps, it will

never learn; this is a poor comfort, but why not say so frankly?) and

human nature acts as a whole, with everything that is in it, consciously

or unconsciously, and, even if it goes wrong, it lives. I suspect,

gentlemen, that you are looking at me with compassion; you tell me

again that an enlightened and developed man, such, in short, as the

future man will be, cannot consciously desire anything disadvantageous

to himself, that that can be proved mathematically. I thoroughly agree, it

can--by mathematics. But I repeat for the hundredth time, there is one

case, one only, when man may consciously, purposely, desire what is

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