{"id":4131,"date":"2005-10-04T23:25:33","date_gmt":"2005-10-05T03:25:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/formerlyknownas\/2005\/10\/04\/the-life-of-ivan-illy-esq\/"},"modified":"2011-08-05T14:54:32","modified_gmt":"2011-08-05T18:54:32","slug":"the-life-of-ivan-illy-esq","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/2005\/10\/04\/the-life-of-ivan-illy-esq\/","title":{"rendered":"The LIFE of IVAN ILLY, Esq"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The Death of Ivan Ilyich<\/FONT><\/EM><\/A> is <\/FONT>Leo Tolstoy<\/FONT><\/A>‘s most famous short story.  Written <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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in 1886, the 60-page novella is considered a classic portrayal of dying and <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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suffering.   However, this story of a respected judge, who becomes ill <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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and dies at <\/FONT>age forty-five, is much more.  It is a cautionary tale about the <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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choices we make, <\/FONT>and don’t make, in our lives, with a message that needs <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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to be heard (more than <\/FONT>once) and seriously considered by everyone, including <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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members of our <\/FONT><\/FONT>often “<\/FONT>unhappy and unhealthy<\/FONT><\/A>” <\/FONT>legal profession, and by those <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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contemplating <\/FONT><\/FONT>a <\/FONT><\/FONT>legal career.   <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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\"TolstoyLeo\"  Tolstoy opens the story with the line: “Ivan Ilych’s life had been <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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most <\/FONT>simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.”  One critic <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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explained<\/FONT><\/A>:<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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“Ivan, the protagonist, followed a well-traveled road, adhering to <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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‘comme il faut’ (as is expected) or doing what one was supposed <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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to do in career matters, selection of clothes, choosing a wife, raising <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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children.” <\/FONT><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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In keeping with our ongoing “self-assessment” campaign [e.g.<\/EM>, see <\/FONT>here<\/FONT><\/A> <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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(aimed <\/FONT>at 1L’s; <\/FONT><\/FONT>here<\/FONT><\/A> (aimed at all law students and recent grads); <\/FONT>here<\/FONT><\/A> <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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(Homework<\/EM> for <\/FONT>those considering law school); and <\/FONT><\/FONT>here<\/FONT><\/A> (for practicing <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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lawyers)], you can consider this <\/FONT>another plea to take stock of your own<\/EM> <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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values <\/FONT><\/FONT>and priorities (not those of your <\/FONT>parents, classmates, or the <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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profession <\/FONT><\/FONT>or society in general), and then choose <\/FONT>to be true to yourself.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Reading or re-reading The Death of Ivan Ilyich<\/EM> should get you in the   <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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mood to <\/FONT>stop procrastinating and start finding out who you really are.   <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Indeed, now that <\/FONT>The Classical Library<\/FONT><\/A> has posted a convenient, <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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free, online version<\/FONT><\/A> of the short novel, <\/FONT><\/FONT>you are out of excuses.<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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                                                                                                      “booksShelvedN”<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Please, let me assure you, this assignment won’t be torture.  Tolstoy’s <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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skillful depiction of<\/FONT> <\/FONT>the <\/FONT>desperation and shallowness (and spousal <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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aggravation) in <\/FONT>Ilyich’s <\/FONT>life <\/FONT>makes for <\/FONT>great reading.  Lawyer’s will enjoy <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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small touches, <\/FONT>such as <\/FONT>the judge’s realization, when he first goes to <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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a doctor for his <\/FONT>stomach <\/FONT>pain that “It was all just as it was in the law <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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courts. The doctor <\/FONT>put on <\/FONT>just the same air towards him as he himself <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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put on towards an <\/FONT>accused <\/FONT>person.”  Later, when he’s on his deathbed <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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and the doctor puts <\/FONT>Ilyich <\/FONT>through <\/FONT>a complicated examination, the <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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narrator tells us:<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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“Ivan Ilych knows quite well and definitely that all this is <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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nonsense and pure deception, but when the doctor, getting <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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down on his knee, leans over him, putting his ear first higher <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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then lower, and performs various gymnastic movements over <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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him with a significant expression on his face, Ivan Ilych submits <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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to it all as he used to submit to the speeches of the lawyers, <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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though he knew very well that they were all lying and why they <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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were lying.”<\/FONT><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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Ivan Ilyich’s desperate life — always doing what he considered his <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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“duty” and seeking “orderliness” — may seem far too drastic to be<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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relevant to your own.   But, there is a good bit of Ivan Illy, Esq<\/EM>., in <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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every lawyer caught up in the status to be gained from “success” in <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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the legal profession; in the fear of disappointing parents or spouse by <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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choosing less-travelled paths; or in the endless putting off self-assess-<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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ment and <\/FONT>assertion, due to the attractions or necessity of ever<\/FONT><\/FONT>increas-<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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ing <\/FONT>income.   <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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I’ll leave you with a few (of the many) passages that may <\/FONT>ring true to <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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you, and hopefully <\/FONT>make you click through<\/A> to Ilyich’s tale right <\/FONT><\/FONT>now <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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and <\/FONT><\/FONT>bookmark it.  (All emphases added.  The full story contains much <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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more character and <\/FONT><\/FONT>ambiance development for your literary enjoyment.)<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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\"IlyichCover\"  From his early years:<\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Even when he was at the School of Law he was just what <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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he remained for the rest of his life: a capable, cheerful, <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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good-natured, and sociable man, though strict in the <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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fulfillment of what he considered to be his duty: and he <\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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considered his duty to be what was so considered by those <\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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in authority<\/EM>. Neither as a boy nor as a man was he a toady, <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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but from early youth was by nature attracted to people of <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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high station as a fly is drawn to the light, assimilating their <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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ways and views of life and establishing friendly relations <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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with them. All the enthusiasms of childhood and youth passed <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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without leaving much trace on him; he succumbed to sensuality, <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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to vanity, and latterly among the highest classes to liberalism, <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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but always within limits which his instinct unfailingly indicated <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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to him as correct.<\/FONT><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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At school he had done things which had formerly seemed to <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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him very horrid and made him feel disgusted with himself when <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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he did them; but when later on he saw that such actions were <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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done by people of good position and that they did not regard <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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them as wrong, he was able not exactly to regard them as right, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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but to forget about them entirely or not be at all troubled at <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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remembering them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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After 17 years practicing law:<\/EM> <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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This was in 1880, the hardest year of Ivan Ilych’s life. It was <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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then that it became evident on the one hand that his salary <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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was insufficient for them to live on, and on the other that he <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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had been forgotten, and not only this, but that what was for <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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him the greatest and most cruel injustice appeared to others <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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a quite ordinary occurrence. Even his father did not consider <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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it his duty to help him. Ivan Ilych felt himself abandoned by <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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everyone, and that they regarded his position with a salary <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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of 3,500 rubles as quite normal and even fortunate. He alone <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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knew that with the consciousness of the injustices done him, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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with his wife’s incessant nagging, and with the debts he had <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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contracted by living beyond his means,his position was far <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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from normal.  <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Next day, despite many protests from his wife and her brother, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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he started for Petersburg with the sole object of obtaining a <\/EM><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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post with a salary of five thousand rubles a year<\/EM>. He was no <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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longer bent on any particular department, or tendency, or <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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kind of activity. All he now wanted was an appointment to <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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another post with a salary of five thousand rubles, either in <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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the administration, in the banks, with the railways in one of <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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the Empress Marya’s Institutions, or even in the customs — <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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but it had to carry with it a salary of five thousand rubles and <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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be in a ministry other than that in which they had failed to <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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appreciate him.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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After the seriousness of his illness (probably stomach cancer)<\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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became clear and Ilyich was in constant pain:<\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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And in imagination he began to recall the best moments of <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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his pleasant life. But strange to say none of those best <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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moments of his pleasant life now seemed at all what they <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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had then seemed — none of them except the first recollections <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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of childhood. There, in childhood, there had been something <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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really pleasant with which it would be possible to live if it could <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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return.   But the child who had experienced that happiness <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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existed no longer, it was like a reminiscence of somebody else.   <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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As soon as the period began which had produced the present <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Ivan Ilych, all that had then seemed joys now melted before his <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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sight and turned into something trivial and often nasty.   <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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And the further he departed from childhood and the nearer he <\/EM><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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came to the present the more worthless and doubtful were the <\/EM><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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joys. This began with the School of Law.<\/EM> A little that was really <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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good was still found there — there was light-heartedness, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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friendship, and hope. But in the upper classes there had already <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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been fewer of such good moments. Then during the first years of <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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his official career, when he was in the service of the governor, some <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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pleasant moments again occurred: they were the memories of love <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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for a woman. Then all became confused and there was still less of <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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what was good; later on again there was still less that was good, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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and the further he went the less there was. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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                                                                          \"TolstoyLeo\"<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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<\/FONT><\/FONT> <\/DIV>
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. . .  then that deadly official life and those preoccupations about <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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money, a year of it, and two, and ten, and twenty, and always the <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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same thing. And the longer it lasted the more deadly it became. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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“It is as if I had been going downhill while I imagined I was going <\/EM><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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up.<\/EM> And that is really what it was. I was going up in public opinion, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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but to the same extent life was ebbing away from me. And now it <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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is all done and there is only death. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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“Then what does it mean? Why? It can’t be that life is so senseless <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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and horrible. But if it really has been so horrible and senseless, <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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why must I die and die in agony? There is something wrong!<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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“Maybe I did not live as I ought to have done,” it suddenly occurred <\/EM><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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to him. “But how could that be, when I did everything properly?”<\/EM> <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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he replied, and immediately dismissed from his mind this, the sole <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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solution of all the riddles of life and death, as something quite <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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impossible.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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<\/FONT><\/FONT> <\/DIV>
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. . . Why, and for what purpose, is there all this horror? But however <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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much he pondered he found no answer. And whenever the thought<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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occurred to him, as it often did, that it all resulted from his not having <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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lived as he ought to have done, he at once recalled the correctness <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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of his whole life and dismissed so strange an idea.<\/FONT><\/DIV><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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\"IlyichCoverN\"  When the death of Ivan Ilyich was very near:<\/EM>  <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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It occurred to him that what had appeared perfectly impossible <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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before, namely that he had not spent his life as he should have <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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done, might after all be true. It occurred to him that his scarcely <\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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perceptible attempts to struggle against what was considered <\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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good by the most highly placed people, those scarcely noticeable <\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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impulses which he had immediately suppressed, might have been <\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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the real thing, and all the rest false.<\/EM> And his professional duties <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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and the whole arrangement of his life and of his family, and all his <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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social and official interests, might all have been false. He tried to <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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defend all those things to himself and suddenly felt the weakness <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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of what he was defending. There was nothing to defend. [emphasis<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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added]<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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someone else’s affair
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lanterns for the dead<\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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   Kobayashi Issa<\/FONT><\/A> <\/FONT> <\/DIV>
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      translated by <\/FONT>David G. Lanoue<\/FONT><\/A> <\/FONT><\/FONT> <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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In the very near future, I will be set up a Career Choices\/Changes <\/FONT>Page, <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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listing resources that can help in the process of self-assessment. <\/FONT>If you <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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feel the urge to start the process of getting to know yourself and <\/FONT>your <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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career options better, you can find links to relevant materials in <\/FONT>this<\/FONT><\/A> post <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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and <\/FONT>that<\/FONT><\/A> post. <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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\"tiny  If you’d like to try a book that helped me <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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think about and act on taking charge of my own life and <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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emotions, <\/FONT>see <\/FONT>A Conscious Life<\/FONT><\/EM><\/A>: Cultivating the Seven <\/FONT><\/EM><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Qualities <\/FONT><\/EM><\/FONT>of Authentic Adulthood,<\/EM> by Fran Cox, Louis <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Cox (Conari <\/FONT><\/FONT>Press, 1995) (available <\/FONT><\/FONT>used<\/FONT><\/A> for cheap)<\/FONT><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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his quiet funeral —<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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a man who did<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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most of the talking<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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barry george<\/STRONG><\/FONT><\/A> <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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from <\/FONT>frogpond<\/STRONG><\/FONT><\/EM><\/A> <\/FONT>XXVIII: 1<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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sweltering twilight<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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    a waft of cool air<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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from the graveyard<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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against the tombstone<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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with the faded name<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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homeless man rests<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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      George Swede<\/STRONG><\/FONT><\/A><\/SPAN>  <\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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       from <\/FONT>Almost<\/EM> Unseen<\/EM><\/FONT><\/STRONG><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/A> <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>(2000)<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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funeral procession . . .<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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snowflakes blowing<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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into the headlights<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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         Randy Brooks<\/FONT><\/A> <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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           from <\/FONT>Vintage Haiku of Randy Brooks <\/FONT><\/A><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/FONT>
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                                                                                                                           \"noYabutsSN\"<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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The Death of Ivan Ilyich is Leo Tolstoy‘s most famous short story.  Written in 1886, the 60-page novella is considered a classic portrayal of dying and  suffering.   However, this story of a respected judge, who becomes ill and dies at age forty-five, is much more.  It is a cautionary tale about the choices we make, and don’t […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":94,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[2926],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4131","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-pre-06-2006"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6kP1R-14D","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4131","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/94"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4131"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4131\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12993,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4131\/revisions\/12993"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4131"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4131"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4131"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}