" . . . the angel of death has made a Faustian bargain. It is this. It is the hell of not being able to love. You will carry this death inside you for the rest of your life. It corrodes your soul. Yes. We have souls. You sold yours." Sounds as if it could have been lifted right out of Dostoevsky. Seriously, this is a tremendous essay.
" . . . the angel of death has made a Faustian bargain. It is this. It is the hell of not being able to love. You will carry this death inside you for the rest of your life. It corrodes your soul. Yes. We have souls. You sold yours." Sounds as if it could have been lifted right out of Dostoevsky. Seriously, this is a tremendous essay.
" . . . the angel of death has made a Faustian bargain. It is this. It is the hell of not being able to love. You will carry this death inside you for the rest of your life. It corrodes your soul. Yes. We have souls. You sold yours." Sounds as if it could have been lifted right out of Dostoevsky. Seriously, this is a tremendous essay.
I thought the same, a lot of Dostoyevsky in there ...