Tolstoy still hasn’t written me back. What a dick.

It’s been a while since I’ve read that book. I think my copy was a companion to The Death of Ivan Ilych. I had a different takeaway. It seemed like he kind of trashed his most famous works. He came off as kind of bitter and said they were nonsense.

Or perhaps it was that I had just read ilych and it crept in about a man who did what he thought he was “supposed to do” his whole life and never what he wanted to do. In the end none of it mattered and everything went away.