On these rainy days, I am reading two books that are shaping me more than I expected. Or maybe they are simply putting words to things I already felt. One of them is Anna Karenina. I see myself clearly in Levin. Konstantin Dmitrich Levin is a landowner who spends most of the novel in an existential crisis. He could live off his wealth or take an important role in Moscow. He chooses neither. That life feels wrong to him. He rejects the modern world. He keeps asking the same question. What ...
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