"damn it, one can't die without explanations."

so, I'm done with the idiot.

i don't have to tell you how good it was, or how talented the man is, or anything of that sort. the name fyodor just naturally comes with those attachments, and i'm sure my endless praises to the legend won't really make him any more or less than what he already is. you don't make bob dylan any better of a song writer by stating out the obvious, you know what i mean? not like you have to be a genious to realize it either. anyways, moving on...

myshkin is now definetly one of my favorite of them dostoevski boys (i do still have to say that mitya is still the king of the lot) and he, as always, remimded me the simpleness and purity that i've been missing in everyone lately, including myself. oh well, we can't have too many idiots now, can we? that would ruin the beauty of those that exist among us. i'm guessing we have to just admit the fact that we have fallen to far to get back by now, and you gotta accept the human nature as it is--corrupted and complicated.

though i have to say, his angellike heart didn't stop him from ruining practically everyone's life, and well, it was sort of intentional too. I think his real sweetheart was Natasya (suck it up, Aglaia!) but i'm not really sure whether if that is just my way of seeing things or that it was the way it was told in the story. i guess everyone would see it differently.

the ending was a bit abrupt, I have to say. i won't get into details here to ruin everyone's pleasure, but man, i kinda didn't see that one coming.

anyways, as always, praise the lord of the words, and here are a few words of wisdom fallen from his pen, to conclude:

"But I'll add though, that there is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genious or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be explained to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years, there is something left which can not be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps, the most important of ideas..."

i'd give you a few more, but i'll let you digest that first.

love you all.