"Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then... Well, then I woke up."
-Fyodor Dostoevsky, "The Dream of a Ridiculous Man"
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “The Dream of a Ridiculous Man,” tr. Alan Myers.
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...does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth? If once one has recognized the truth and seen it, you know that it is the truth and that there is no other and there cannot be, whether you are asleep or awake.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, "The Dream of a Ridiculous Man" (trans. Constance Garnett)
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— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man
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Screen and stage star Greg Hicks has been cast in the one-man production of The Dream of a Ridiculous Man at Marylebone Theatre this spring. Adapted and directed by multiple Olivier Award-winning director and writer Laurence Boswell, this hot-button production is based on Dostoyevsky’s story of the same name. Exploring climate change, nationalist politiciansand the impact of humans on the world…
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “The Dream of a Ridiculous Man,” tr. Alan Myers.
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Dreams, as we all know, are very queer things: some parts are presented with appalling vividness, with details worked up with the elaborate finish of jewellery, while others one gallops through, as it were, without noticing them at all, as, for instance, through space and time. Dreams seem to be spurred on not by reason but by desire, not by the head but by the heart...
Fyodor Dostoevsky, "The Dream of a Ridiculous Man" (trans. Constance Garnett)
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I am a ridiculous person. Now they call me a madman. That would be a promotion if it were not that I remain
as ridiculous in their eyes as before. But now I do not resent it, they are all dear to me now, even when they
laugh at me - and, indeed, it is just then that they are particularly dear to me. I could join in their laughter--not
exactly at myself, but through affection for them, if I did not feel so sad as I look at them. Sad because they do
not know the truth and I do know it. Oh, how hard it is to be the only one who knows the truth! But they
won't understand that. No, they won't understand it.
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