Dostoevsky, Fyodor (1848)
- “And was it his destined part
- Only one moment in his life
- To be close to your heart?
- Or was he fated from the start
- to live for just one fleeting instant,
- within the purlieus of your heart.”
“But that I should feel any resentment against you, Nastenka! That I should cast a dark shadow over your bright, serene happiness! …That I should crush a single one of those delicate blooms which you will wear in your dark hair when you walk up the aisle to the altar with him! Oh no — never, never! May your sky be always clear, may your dear smile be always bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart … Good Lord, only a moment of bliss? Isn’t such a moment sufficient for the whole of a man’s life?”
Ah, you must be that nameless narrator…..
He who must not be named. He who remains a secret.