A Sandwich for Bread

hello dear readers,

here's a passage from War and Peace. the wombury read this to Dr. z, the woman who, once a week, for a nominal fee that betrays her professional value, listens to his articulated passions. She wanted to know why the wombury drinks too much.

"He suffered from an unlucky faculty--common to many men, especially Russians--the faculty of seeing and believing in the possibility of good and truth, and at the same time seeing too clearly the evil and falsity of life to be capable of taking a serious part in it....Whatever he tried to be, whatever he took up, evil and falsity drove him back again and cut him off from every field of energy."

the wombury kept reading as Dr. z nodded in assent.

"It was too awful to lie under the burden of those insoluble problems of life, and he abandoned himself to the first distraction that offered , simply to forget them. He visited every possible society, drank a great deal, went in for buying pictures, building, and above all reading."

and Dr. Z listens. the wombury wants that dr. z should eject herself from her chair, walk over to him, remove his glasses, set them on the table, and cradle his head, and give him a scholarship to dartmouth where he can start over, come back new, like that guy from belleville.

until then,

the wombury