Sunday, March 01, 2020
Nothing Worth While
Nikolai Gogol (1809-1852), Selected Passages from Correspondence with Friends, tr. Jesse Zeldin (Nashville: Vanderbit University Press, 1969), p. 27:
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There is nothing in our contemporary literature worth while; indeed, there is no need to read the contemporary. But the public reads it nevertheless, thanks to its passion for novelties.
