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accept it. Even if parallel lines do meet and I see it myself, I shall see it and say that theyve met, but still I wont accept it. Thats whats at the root of me. Alyosha; thats my creed. I am in earnest in what I say. I began our talk as stupidly as I could on purpose, but Ive led up to my confession, for thats all you want. You didnt want to hear about God, but only to know what the brother you love lives by. And so Ive told you. Ivan concluded his long tirade with marked and unexpected feeling. And why did you begin as stupidly as you could? asked Alyosha, looking dreamily at him. To begin with, for the sake of being Russian. Russian conversations on such subjects are always carried on inconceivably stupidly. And secondly, the stupider one is, the closer one is to reality. The stupider one is, the clearer one is. Stupidity is brief and artless, while intelligence wriggles and hides itself. Intelligence is a knave, but stupidity is honest and straightforward. Ive led the conversation to my despair, and the more stupidly I have presented it, the better for me. You will explain why you dont accept the world? said Alyosha. To be sure I will, its not a secret, thats what Ive been leading up to. Dear little brother, I dont want to corrupt you or to turn you from your stronghold, perhaps I want to be healed by you. Ivan smiled suddenly quite like a little gentle child. Alyosha had never seen such a smile on his face before. |
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