Danny Tortilla
12-11-2008, 09:58 AM
I'm nearing the end of the novel. (Part 7: Chapter 25)
My dislike for Anna Karenina (the character) has increased to breaking point. I would rather have this novel dubbed "Kostya Levin" :lol:
Seriously now; Anna Karenina is the epitome of self seeking and narcism. Deserting her (supposedly beloved) son for the love of a man (clearly willing to die for her) only to question this man's love on account of her self centred existence.
"And all at once she knew what was in her soul. Yes, it was that idea which alone solved all. "Yes, to die!... And the shame and disgrace of Alexey Alexandrovitch and of Seryozha, and my awful shame, it will all be saved by death. To die! and he will feel remorse; will be sorry; will love me; he will suffer on my account." With the trace of a smile of commiseration for herself she sat down in the armchair, taking off and putting on the rings on her left hand, vividly picturing from different sides his feelings after her death."
This book vividly sketches the idolising of exterior beauty and its aftermath as well as the contempt the world has for all things pure and spiritual.
My dislike for Anna Karenina (the character) has increased to breaking point. I would rather have this novel dubbed "Kostya Levin" :lol:
Seriously now; Anna Karenina is the epitome of self seeking and narcism. Deserting her (supposedly beloved) son for the love of a man (clearly willing to die for her) only to question this man's love on account of her self centred existence.
"And all at once she knew what was in her soul. Yes, it was that idea which alone solved all. "Yes, to die!... And the shame and disgrace of Alexey Alexandrovitch and of Seryozha, and my awful shame, it will all be saved by death. To die! and he will feel remorse; will be sorry; will love me; he will suffer on my account." With the trace of a smile of commiseration for herself she sat down in the armchair, taking off and putting on the rings on her left hand, vividly picturing from different sides his feelings after her death."
This book vividly sketches the idolising of exterior beauty and its aftermath as well as the contempt the world has for all things pure and spiritual.