And louder still. While discernment upon unities lack , slowly but surely, apolitically, the Idiot and Hans Castorp side by side apparently,purporting an inadvertent anomalies!
And yet the social plan of mpremium mixtures, o master plan, as it is sure that no social ideal be the result of a plan other then shift toward appearance of it re instituting the model of it as it was an invention,but truly only a reappraisal?
No socialism can survive without the rebirth of an older one , one where the young have inordinate need to weigh in on the the re appearance of mixed forms, intangible hybrids whereby they , left to their own devices must invent their own ideas!
No the projections arising out of the anomalous social artifact of socialism breeding dependencies and unearned values?
No. Igor is more than an idiot he dares to say, in him the seeds of a universal ngst does !manifest within the sole of every alienated man, whose struggle to contain that which tears him apart, who see in this struggle only his pitiful sense of his own maladaptive self repressed idol, the Christ like hero for worse he becomes but better sees but does not understand?
This pitiful break is no pathogen, it is but what caused him to either overly belittle himself or grow into his own monster. Frankenstein’s helper.
If like a terrible midget he steals the gold from the river which never can be said to be the same, where it’s allure and sheen , it’s magic glimmer deep, underground, the bedrock of letters,
where it all started amid mountains of slavery?
This all for the littlest among us, the disadvantaged, the temples upon, lured into a social realism of brother hood based on a reprogrammed false ideal?
All of what he is is only a description of something though up long ago , and him that becoming, he becomes his own monster and slayer of dragons.