caught the same fish on different days
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Salt Spring Island, 2016.07.20
I caught a fish last night, then caught it again this morning - I was embarrassed for the fish.
twenty-seven years and one million words
I caught a fish last night, then caught it again this morning - I was embarrassed for the fish.
The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov