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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
"It does sound nice." Ivan responded, his gaze flicking from Alice to Aurum.
If he were being completely honest, he wasn't sure how much he'd enjoy heroic stories. The stoic and glum Ivan had better luck in Grimms fairytales, poems, and notes about philosophies. He was fine without a happy ending, because he knew there was no happy ending. He enjoyed the simpleness of poems and poetry, it was nice when everything had a mathematical rhythm to it. To him, books were not just stories, they were insights into the most intelligent of minds.
Most stories made for kids were propaganda. Propaganda was good to teach kids the meaning of "sharing" and "forgiveness". Ivan supposed sometimes it was good to force kids to model the good lessons in children's stories. Where else would they learn, except by example? Surely not one person was capable of showing children everything that was good, leading by example.
Ivan huffed, bringing himself out of his brooding when Simon arrived. He had nothing against pictures, though he was no artist himself. Things were nice with pictures, it was like the icing on the cake. "I want to start a book club." He sighed, in an almost dreamlike way.
If he were being completely honest, he wasn't sure how much he'd enjoy heroic stories. The stoic and glum Ivan had better luck in Grimms fairytales, poems, and notes about philosophies. He was fine without a happy ending, because he knew there was no happy ending. He enjoyed the simpleness of poems and poetry, it was nice when everything had a mathematical rhythm to it. To him, books were not just stories, they were insights into the most intelligent of minds.
Most stories made for kids were propaganda. Propaganda was good to teach kids the meaning of "sharing" and "forgiveness". Ivan supposed sometimes it was good to force kids to model the good lessons in children's stories. Where else would they learn, except by example? Surely not one person was capable of showing children everything that was good, leading by example.
Ivan huffed, bringing himself out of his brooding when Simon arrived. He had nothing against pictures, though he was no artist himself. Things were nice with pictures, it was like the icing on the cake. "I want to start a book club." He sighed, in an almost dreamlike way.