Monday, May 13

Talitha Cumi

Zhenya thought that, as i was an artist, i must know a great deal and could accurately guess what i didn't know. She wanted me to lead her into the realm of the eternal and beautiful, into that loftier world in which, she fancied, i was quite at home. And she spoke to me of God, of immortality, of the miraculous. I refused to admit that i and my imagination would parish forever after death. 'Yes, people are immortal. Yes, eternal life awaits us,' i replied. And she listened and believed - and she did not ask for proof.
(The House With the Mezzanine. Chekhov.)

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...