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If I Win the Lottery
Above all, don’t lie
to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a
point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so
loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to
love.
-Fr.
Zosima in Book II, Chapter 2 of The Brothers Karamazov
If
I win the lottery, which is unlikely
Because
I never buy a ticket, you know
I’m
going to have cases of the Modern Library edition
Of
The Brothers Karamazov shipped to me.
For
the rest of my life I will give copies
To
everyone I meet: men in red plastic caps
Mensheviks,
Bolsheviks, vegetarians
A
lonely soul waiting at the bus stop
Dostoyevsky for everyone
If I win the lottery
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