Italians Look Like Indians

...e se davvero tutta la mia vita, la mia vita cosciente, non fosse stata 'come doveva'?

Gli era venuto in capo che quanto gli era fin qui sembrato assolutamente inammissibile, di aver cioè vissuto non come si doveva, potesse invece essere la verità.

came into his head that his timid attempts at rebellion to what people estimated the upper class well, now that attempts had suffocated in itself - that they alone might be right, and everything else wrong.


His office, his way of living, and family, and worldly interests and professional - all could be wrong.

He had tried to defend himself in front of those things. And suddenly he felt all the inconsistency of what he stood for.

There was nothing to defend.

L. Tolstoy - The Death of Ivan