You are:Â A wee bit off, but it your own special way.
You are:Â Afraid of commitment.Â
Once the eye is used to these shades, half the "conclusions" offiction fade into thin air; they show like transparences with a lightbehind them--gaudy, glaring, superficial. The general tidying up ofthe last chapter, the marriage, the death, the statement of values sosonorously trumpeted forth, so heavily underlined, become of the mostrudimentary kind. Nothing is solved, we feel; nothing is rightly heldtogether. On the other hand, the method which at first seemed socasual, inconclusive, and occupied with trifles, now appears theresult of an exquisitely original and fastidious taste, choosingboldly, arranging infallibly, and controlled by an honesty for whichwe can find no match save among the Russians themselves. There may beno answer to these questions, but at the same time let us nevermanipulate the evidence so as to produce something fitting, decorous,agreeable to our vanity. This may not be the way to catch the ear ofthe public; after all, they are used to louder music, fiercermeasures; but as the tune sounded so he has written it. Inconsequence, as we read these little stories about nothing at all,the horizon widens; the soul gains an astonishing sense offreedom.
You are:Â Part moody, part sophisticated.Â
But is it the end, we ask? We have rather the feeling that we haveoverrun our signals; or it is as if a tune had stopped short withoutthe expected chords to close it. These stories are inconclusive, wesay, and proceed to frame a criticism based upon the assumption thatstories ought to conclude in a way that we recognise. In so doing, weraise the question of our own fitness as readers. Where the tune isfamiliar and the end emphatic--lovers united, villains discomfited,intrigues exposed--as it is in most Victorian fiction, we canscarcely go wrong, but where the tune is unfamiliar and the end anote of interrogation or merely the information that they went ontalking, as it is in Tchekov, we need a very daring and alert senseof literature to make us hear the tune, and in particular those lastnotes which complete the harmony. Probably we have to read a greatmany stories before we feel, and the feeling is essential to oursatisfaction, that we hold the parts together, and that Tchekov wasnot merely rambling disconnectedly, but struck now this note, nowthat with intention, in order to complete his meaning.