Pozzuoli, Year 2026. I've decided to start reading the collection of Dostoevsky's letters published by Aragno, aptly titled: Everyday Demons. I've had it at home for years, paid for with company benefits, as required by the metalworkers' collective bargaining agreement. The first letter is dated July 23, 1837, to his father: "Dear father!" Dostoevsky hasn't even turned sixteen yet, three or four years older than me when I first read it. I was be…
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Pozzuoli, Year 2026. I've decided to start reading the collection of Dostoevsky's letters published by Aragno, aptly titled: Everyday Demons. I've had it at home for years, paid for with company benefits, as required by the metalworkers' collective bargaining agreement. The first letter is dated July 23, 1837, to his father: "Dear father!" Dostoevsky hasn't even turned sixteen yet, three or four years older than me when I first read it. I was be…