Friday, April 25

Throwback In Time

MY ROUTINE, which i crave for above all else and take it very ill when something happens to disrupt it, as though i stand to lose much valuable time by it. Though what exactly this value consists in, it is very hard for me to say. I am not exactly a productive member of society, am only a very indifferent writer, who doesn’t even write regularly and writes with little accomplishment. Nothing ever gets done. And yet, i would rather be an idler who has the use of his own time than one who hasn't. I have, it seems, the poor man's false pride in the matter 

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...