Sunday, November 17

Mene, Mene, Tekel

Yes, nothing: there is nothing not to understand. Everything is right in front of us, waiting for us to see. Only if we found the courage. But such is our abhorrence of truth (and of ourselves) that we keep dancing around it, shutting our eyes to it, afraid lest we might see it. And, god forbid, something should nudge it into outline, it would be like being ambushed by a grotesque; we would sooner gauge our eyes out than confront it.

Even at that hour when the grey sky of St. Petersburg is shrouded in total darkness and all its race of officials have dined and sated the...