Apropos of the Wet Snow…

I finished Notes from Underground tonight. After suffering through some maniacal ranting in the first third of the book, Dostoevsky emerges with force! A question posed by his Underground Man:

And in fact I’m now asking an idle question of my own: which is better—cheap happiness, or lofty suffering? Well, which is better?

Notes may well indeed make the Books That Haunt series…