Much need he has of your hermit! No indeed, plainly and simply this sigh ‘reminded him of her first sigh, thirty-seven years previously’,
LMAO THE NARRATOR WAS RIGHT IN PART I WHEN HE SAID THAT KARMAZINOV'S WRITING WAS RIDICULOUSLY SELF-CENTERED. Narrator said that if Karmazinov wrote about a mother and her son dying, he would go ahead and turn the focus on how he wept at the sight. Karmazinov is doing that here too; the monk is sighing but he circles it back to himself. all the strange narration and imagery serves just to circle back to himself, whom he characterises as a genius.
