There are so many
scenes in “War and Peace” that stand alone, masterfully. The one we’ve just
read this evening is poor Count Nikolai Rostov’s has lost at cards to his cruel
friend, Fedya Dolokov. Knock on wood, but that’s one sin that never had much of
any appeal to me. I’ve gone to Vegas,
with clients and my approach is to take out $100.00 and go lose it as fast as I
can, so I can be done with the who charade early.
I appreciate that there is art and science involved, but it
doesn’t hold any allure nor appeal for me.
Other arts and other sciences are more interesting. But that doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate
how the next man might get the lure fastened in his mouth and then tug and pull
at it until he was slowly destroyed.
Because the process is so intoxicating, the figure Rostov
initially looses seems large. But as he precedes
to ever greater and greater losses it beckons as a reminder of a playful sum
that he could have easily covered the loss of, rather than the astronomical
figure, he is ultimately led to wager and lose.
Distraught, he returns home and confronts his family in a
daze. And though he’s promised his
father he wouldn’t gamble again he knows he must explain to him what has
happened, and ask him, beg him if necessary, for help. He tries to play it off as something that
happens to everyone. That his father
ultimately agrees proves even more painful for Rostov than a proper
confrontation. It isn’t clear that
either man has learned much of any lesson.
In the same evening’s read we watch as Denisov proposes to the pubescent
and utterly confused Natasha. These scenes are remarkable, as standalone tales
and effortlessly stitched into a lifetime of fabric.
Tuesday, 3/28/17
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