Fyodor Dostoevsky

see? Is it a grand spectacle? Grand, if you like. Take the Colossus of

Rhodes, for instance, that's worth something. With good reason Mr.

Anaevsky testifies of it that some say that it is the work of man's hands,

while others maintain that it has been created by nature herself. Is it

many-coloured? May be it is many-coloured, too: if one takes the dress

uniforms, military and civilian, of all peoples in all ages--that alone is

worth something, and if you take the undress uniforms you will never get

to the end of it; no historian would be equal to the job. Is it monotonous?

May be it's monotonous too: it's fighting and fighting; they are fighting

now, they fought first and they fought last--you will admit, that it is

almost too monotonous. In short, one may say anything about the history

of the world--anything that might enter the most disordered imagination.

The only thing one can't say is that it's rational. The very word sticks

in one's throat. And, indeed, this is the odd thing that is continually

happening: there are continually turning up in life moral and rational

persons, sages and lovers of humanity who make it their object to live all

their lives as morally and rationally as possible, to be, so to speak, a light

to their neighbours simply in order to show them that it is possible to live

morally and rationally in this world. And yet we all know that those very

people sooner or later have been false to themselves, playing some queer

trick, often a most unseemly one. Now I ask you: what can be expected of

man since he is a being endowed with strange qualities? Shower upon

him every earthly blessing, drown him in a sea of happiness, so that

nothing but bubbles of bliss can be seen on the surface; give him

economic prosperity, such that he should have nothing else to do but

sleep, eat cakes and busy himself with the continuation of his species, and

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