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Updated: May 6, 2025

For the last twenty years she's been looking after me like a nurse, cette pauvre auntie, as Lise so charmingly calls her.... And now, after twenty years, the child clamours to be married, sending letter after letter, while her head's in a vinegar-compress and... now he's got it on Sunday I shall be a married man, that's no joke.... And why did I keep insisting myself, what did I write those letters for?

Fyodor Dostoyevsky - The Possessed (The Devils)