Russian literature -- 19th century -- History and criticism
“No, not exactly a relation,--that is to say, if you go back far
enough, we are, of course, relations; but so far back that it doesn’t
count! I wrote to the general’s wife a letter from abroad, but she
did not answer me. All the same, I considered it necessary to make
her acquaintance as soon as I arrived. I am explaining all this to
you so that you should not have any doubts, because I see that you
are disquieted. Announce that it is Prince Mwishkin, and that will be
enough to explain the object of my visit. If they will see me, all will
be well. If they do not, very likely all will be well too. But I don’t
think they can help receiving me, because the general’s wife will
naturally wish to see the oldest, indeed the only representative of her
family; and she is most particular about keeping up relations with her
family, as I have heard.”
“The conversation of the prince seemed as simple as possible, but the
simpler it was, the more absurd it became under the circumstances; and
the experienced footman could not help feeling something which was
perfectly right between man and man, and utterly wrong between man
and servant. Servants are generally far cleverer than their masters
think, and this one thought that two things might be possible; either
the prince had come to ask for money, or that he was simply a fool
without ambition,--because an ambitious prince would not remain in the
front-hall talking of his affairs with a footman, and would he not
probably be responsible and to blame in either the one case or the
other?”
I have quoted this episode, which occurs in the second chapter of
the book, in full, because in it the whole character of the prince
is revealed. He is the wise fool. He suffers from epilepsy, and this
“sacred” illness which has fallen on him has destroyed all those parts
of the intellect out of which our faults grow, such as irony, arrogance
and egoism. He is absolutely simple. He has the brains of a man, the
tenderness of a woman and the heart of a child. He knows nothing
of any barriers, either of class or character. He is the same and
absolutely himself with every one he meets. And yet his unsuspicious
_naïveté_, his untarnished sincerity and simplicity, are combined with
penetrating intuition, so that he can read other people’s minds like a
book.
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