Long live the underground!
WHEN he was half-way there, the keen dry wind that had been blowing early that morning rose again, and a fine dry snow began falling thickly. It did not lie on the ground, but was whirled about by the wind, and soon there was a regular snowstorm.
Here is the world to which I am condemned, in which, despite myself, I must somehow live.' I said.
In the same way, the action Adelaida Ivanovna Miusov was doubtless an echo of foreign influences, the chafings of a mind imprisoned.
A decent, educated man cannot afford the luxury of vanity without being exceedingly exacting with himself and without occasionally despising himself to the point of hatred.
I agree that ghosts only appear to the sick, but that only proves that they are unable to appear except to the sick, not that they don't exist.