Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Confused Love

There is a character in Dostoevsky's "The Brothers Karamazov" who is in love with humanity. He speaks about it, loves it, would die for it. But he cannot, will not, love the old woman who he meets. She annoys him. She is grotesque. The more he loves humanity, the less he loves the person in front of him.

Am I that man?

1 comment:

Megan said...


that's a painfully brilliant illustration.

i wonder - how much do i get so caught up in the rhetoric and idea but fail to love the real person?

thanks for sharing :)