only the frightened jealousy of a completely inexperienced girl could regard it as anything serious!’
Both of their ‘inherit’ inexperience took place in this, really. Myshkin truly knew nothing of the world — the reader can only imagine the isolation and wanting for his homeland and companionship that he felt as an ‘idiot’ in that Swiss clinic. And as for Aglaya, she is still a young girl with ‘lily-white’ hands, only knowing of the world through forbidden books and cruel jokes towards her loved ones.
