My tip of the glass to Fyodor Karamazov

Fyodor Karamazov: an atrocious man, a sensationalist drunakrd, a particularly belliegrent father…a particularly belligerent man in general. To this man, I now tip my glass. Why, one may ask––indeed, I might even ask myself. The answer: because he proved an existential awareness of himself within the framework of a personal ethic. “No more, no more,” he said to himself, while pouring another half-glass of top-shelf cognac. This act––however limited, however remote, however despicable considering the circumstances––proves an awareness of self in relation to an external ethic, which is to say, an awareness in relation to a consideration of how one ought to be in light of objective reality. This awareness, when in consideration of the the delectabe delight of the self-deception of the majority––myself included––is all to rare of a commodity.

My tip of the glass; indeed, my tip of the hat––cheers.

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