From tonight’s reading I once again
noticed the contradictory structure of the narrators thoughts in his writing.
According to the novel, this man hates everyone and everything that surrounds
him; even himself. But once he begins to talk about the Russians, he speaks so
highly of them as if they were superior to everyone. “We, in Russia, have no
fools; that is well known,” he says, with a patriotic and overly confident
tone. He calls humans fools; mocks them for their inability to live without
structure, and essentially explains his belief that humanity is a species of
idiots. Then, he takes that back when he expresses his idea that Russians are
no fools, and puts them on a pedestal. After part 1, the narrator’s tone turns
slightly more “positive” for lack of a better word, and he transitions to his
views on the human romantic. From the way he speaks about romantics, it almost
sounds as if he possessed the characteristics that these types of people have.
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