Friday, February 02, 2007

Think on it

Imagine that it is you yourself who are erecting the edifice of human destiny with the aim of making men happy in the end, of giving them peace and contentment at last, but that to do that it is absolutely necessary, and indeed quite inevitable, to torture to death only one tiny creature, the little girl who beat her breast with her little fist, and to found the edifice on her unavenged tears—would you consent to be the architect on those conditions?

Feodor Dostoyevsky (1821–1881), The Brothers Karamazov, bk. 5, ch. 4 trans. by D. Magarshak (1958).

4 comments:

Skyminder said...

Shudder.

Skyminder said...

Pauline,
You need to update your blog. Every time I come here I'm once again confronted with this horrible analogy. NEW POST!!!!!! SOMETHING HAPPY! LIKE PUPPIES OR A USED BOOK STORE!

Filia Dei said...

but it makes you think, right??

Filia Dei said...

Used book stores are happier than puppies. Even better are used book stores that serve tea!