Nov
8
2009
“I’ve been sitting here now, and do you know what I was saying to myself? If I did not believe in life, if I were to lose faith in the woman I love, if I were to lose faith in the order of things, even if I were to become convinced, on the contrary, that everything is a disorderly, damned, and perhaps devilish chaos, if I were to be struck even by all the horrors of human disillusionment—still I would want to live, and as long as I have bent to this cup, I will not tear myself from it until I’ve drunk it all! However, by the age of thirty, I will probably drop the cup, even if I haven’t emptied it, and walk away… I don’t know where.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov.
Thirtieth birthday wishes on Facebook take on a whole new form when they come from comrades from your nerdy liberal arts alma mater.
Thank you, Jen.
