#polzunkov.

Similarly to Polzunkov and Lev—they have both been killed by epileptic seizures, just before that, a frenzied raving about the nature of man.

Polzunkov, my beloved martyr, that is every sense of the word, but utterly useless and as such, utterly comic.

It is reading Dostoevsky’s short stories that I will see a more pathetic, pitiable man of whom suffers from the absurdism that is his sense of self, than that of his later novels.

Polzunkov is short, but I assume it’s some sort of a character outline, so it will be nice.