And no matter Dostoyevsky’s intentions when he wrote his masterpiece, what Myshkin brings with him none of us wants, it is almost a nightmare vision. The idiot is he who gapes and laughs with those who laugh at him, his face a question mark. The idiot is the cynic’s antipode. Between them lies the choice. The cynic asks, But who will forgive? The idiot replies, I will.
Part of KOK's analysis of The Idiot - lucid and evocative. Yes, this is pretty much what that novel felt to me also.
