[ 3 / biz / cgl / ck / diy / fa / ic / jp / lit / sci / vr / vt ] [ index / top / reports ] [ become a patron ] [ status ]
2023-11: Warosu is now out of extended maintenance.

/lit/ - Literature

Search:


View post   

>> No.18828434 [View]
File: 2.13 MB, 2017x2449, raskolnikov.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]
[ERROR]

>>18828406
I'm the main character of a Dostoievsky book

>> No.18553413 [View]
File: 2.13 MB, 2017x2449, raskolnikov.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]
18553413

>>18553387
Had I been born 2 centuries ago I could have been a Napoleon. Instead, I'm a Raskolnikov who posts frogs on a mongolian cartoon forum.

>> No.18418235 [View]
File: 2.13 MB, 2017x2449, raskolnikov.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]
18418235

>>18417497
I'm going to go down in history, I will be the new Napoleon

>> No.18404098 [View]
File: 2.13 MB, 2017x2449, raskolnikov.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]
18404098

I would have been a Great Man had I been born in other conditions. I could have taken the world in my hands, instead of being here, studying something I hate, with no friends and lonely.
I could have been Napoleon, and not Raskolnikov or the Underground Man. I have the qualities, but life has crushed my will, it has opened the doors just to shut them in my face. Goddamn.

>> No.18388149 [View]
File: 2.13 MB, 2017x2449, raskolnikov.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]
18388149

>>18387098
I'm a poor Law student living like shit, daydreaming about being the new Napoleon, reading about great men, barely eating, barely interacting with other people, have a weak health. Pretty much my entire life is acting like Raskolnikov.

>> No.18215725 [View]
File: 2.13 MB, 2017x2449, raskolnikov.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]
18215725

>>18215685
I had to do it, I'm a great man, just like Napoleon, that's what he would have done.

>> No.18104691 [View]
File: 2.13 MB, 2017x2449, raskolnikov.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]
18104691

>>18104629
I constantly feel that.
I think that I have aptitudes for accomplishing great things, or atleast, that I had them, but that I've missed every single opportunity of accomplishing those great things. I will always be the "man in the garret" as Alberto Caeiro would say: the one who wasn't born for that, the one who waited for a door in a room without doors.
At other times, I think that everything I've done has merely been out of luck: I'm not as smart as everybody seems to think, and someday everybody will realize it, that I've been fraud all this time, and when that time comes, I will not know what to do.

>> No.17978734 [View]
File: 2.13 MB, 2017x2449, raskolnikov.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]
17978734

>>17978718
I know

>> No.17949164 [View]
File: 2.13 MB, 2017x2449, raskolnikov.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]
17949164

>>17949149
I'm living like shit.
I know I'm capable of doing great things, I can get far, but I'm just lying in my bed, reading the same boards everyday, listening to music and reading. I often fantasize about the future, and comfort myself thinking that great men such as Napoleon went through similar periods, but I feel like I'm just lying to myself.

>> No.10162353 [View]
File: 2.11 MB, 2017x2449, raskolnikov.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]
10162353

>>10162182
Definitely.Dosto has the best arguments against nihilism, and other popular, let's say worldviews, that we inherently know are detrimental, but perhaps can't explain why. I'm also reading C&P in my public library with secondary literature, btw.
In C&P part 4 chapter IV where Raskolnikov speaks with Sonja about her faith, and the utter futility of her efforts.
She had to begin prostituting herself to support her family -- she's only half-related to it, on her father's side -- and because of this the familiy kicked her out of their home, even though she was giving all her money to keep them alive -- they had 3 kids and the father was, of course, a drunk, and drank her money away. Weekly. Her father dies. There's no money for the funeral, but Raskolnikov's donation. The kids have only one set of clothes each, patched and too small, same for the step-mother. She, the step-mother, has tuberculosis, and won't live much longer. One of the children will quite likely have to prostitute herself too, Sophia. She's 9.
Rasklonikova lays this out for her, and asks her why? in face of all this pointless suffering, she keeps on. The mother will die, the father is dead, the kids will be poor their whole lives, likely die of starvation, illness, violent murder, suicide... in short it will be a terrible life and death, whoring herself out through all of it. Why? There's no point. Why doesn't she kill herself, he asks her? She must be mad -- ill-minded -- is Raskolnikov's conclusion.
He doesn't understand, yet, and neither do I.

Navigation
View posts[+24][+48][+96]