Fyodor Dostoevsky

abuse it simply because I was in it myself and got a salary for it. Anyway,

take note, I did not openly abuse it. Our romantic would rather go out of

his mind--a thing, however, which very rarely happens--than take to

open abuse, unless he had some other career in view; and he is never

kicked out. At most, they would take him to the lunatic asylum as "the

King of Spain" if he should go very mad. But it is only the thin, fair people

who go out of their minds in Russia. Innumerable "romantics" attain later

in life to considerable rank in the service. Their many-sidedness is

remarkable! And what a faculty they have for the most contradictory

sensations! I was comforted by this thought even in those days, and I am of

the same opinion now. That is why there are so many "broad natures" among

us who never lose their ideal even in the depths of degradation; and though

they never stir a finger for their ideal, though they are arrant thieves and

knaves, yet they tearfully cherish their first ideal and are extraordinarily

honest at heart. Yes, it is only among us that the most incorrigible rogue

can be absolutely and loftily honest at heart without in the least ceasing to

be a rogue. I repeat, our romantics, frequently, become such accomplished

rascals (I use the term "rascals" affectionately), suddenly display

such a sense of reality and practical knowledge that their bewildered superiors

and the public generally can only ejaculate in amazement.

Their many-sidedness is really amazing, and goodness knows what it

may develop into later on, and what the future has in store for us. It is not

a poor material! I do not say this from any foolish or boastful patriotism.

But I feel sure that you are again imagining that I am joking. Or perhaps

it's just the contrary and you are convinced that I really think so. Anyway,

gentlemen, I shall welcome both views as an honour and a special favour.

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