Anna; ENFP

"And we swagger because we do not know how to part with our rage, which we cherish and press cutting close, but we learn to swagger — or rather, we’re swaggered, briefly, while the wind blows and things burn and our hands are full — because we know it darkly all the same."

Perhaps Dostoevsky more than any other writer sets up this mysterious relationship with the reader, this sense of sharing. We are never conscious that he is writing at us or for us. While we read, we are like children to whom one tells a tale; we seem in some strange way to half-know what is coming and yet we do not know; to have heard it all before, and yet our amazement is none the less, and when it is over, it has become ours.
Katherine Mansfield, reviewing An Honest Thief: and Other Stories, by Fyodor Dostoevsky, for the Athenaeum, Nov. 28, 1919. (via morgan-leigh)
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