Novel & Cerita The Idiot Book Dostoevsky

I answered. He leaned against the shelves and faced me. "You know, I never read anything, whether it's fiction or not," he said. I arched my brow, "Why?" I asked. "I was too lazy." "How do you review your lessons if you don't read?" I asked him again. He laughed, "I don't do reviews." My eyebrow rose even more, "What? Stock knowledge shits?" I laughed, "That's not effective in college." He also laughed, "I don't take my program seriously," he said. "This may sound awful but, I don't really need to focus on my studies. My parents said they will raise me even if I am fifty years old," he added.

I'm not jealous, just stupid people who want to be slaves to love. I'm not like the idiot Shakespeare who glorifies love. Love is only for fools, and I'm not in that category. I stroked this stupid girl's hair, long blonde hair, blue eyes like the ocean even though it looks just silly when you try to look into her eyes. "I wonder, how much is your IQ? How much is Pentium? Too stupid!" "Stop talking! I want to sleep." I smiled and hugged this stupid girl harder. And kissed her cheek stupidly and packed, a strange combination I had just seen in this silly girl. So ridiculous, I can't even remember her name.

But, this book won"t tell such a guy. But, I have a figure of a hero on my mind. He"s not too strong not even good-looking, he"s not stupid not even smart. Seriously, he"s the protagonist of this simple story, and just in case, I'll take a part in this story as well to make sure the protagonist won"t mess the story up as I concern. "Hey, you idiot! Hurry up! I've prepared myself for a long time, you moron!" Someone exclaimed behind me.

A smile appeared on his face, making his eyes even more charming, then he kissed me on the forehead and on the lips, ignoring Ray and Elyse. "Is there anything you want to do now?" He asked and I thought about it deeply then I nodded. "Let's read books!" I said to him and dragged him along to his own study. I was quick to move the fixed technological ladder. "Stop doing strenuous things, young woman." Idrio was nagging again as he moved me away from the ladder. He climbed it up and then turned down to face me. "Which book?" "A 100 Ways To Build The Mind." I replied to him then he turned to the shelf and after looking for it for a while, he removed it out of the stack and descended back and

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"

It sank even deeper but I tried not to show it. "Why are you telling me? You usually don't." He was quiet, till he breathed. "I don't know," before his footsteps got entirely erased. * * * * My fingers trailed across the spine of the books and I stopped on a white covered book. I pull it out of the shelf and hold it in both hands. "Crime and Punishment," I read aloud before gazing down at the author's name. "Fyodor Dos-tos-to-eeev-evsky?" I squint my eyes. "Fyodor Dostoevsky!"

the product is the worst idiot but this gang was not only an idiot. So This is wrong. Main idiot(buffalo) * idiot(gang) = idiot² = idiotic person in the world. This is good. By the way why they still are here and not in the mental hospital. And first, we have to send this main idiot to the mental hospital then only the idiots in the country will get decline. " Why did you take my wife here? " asked Alex by routing the silencer. " Boss, it.....was an..... order to......kidnap the girl. " hesitated the man while glancing at me.

And I'm most certainly not the type of scumbag who haves relationships out of pity. For now... I'll let her savor it. I'm too focused on my emotions to give a damn! I've been hiding my excitement for ages now! Hahaha! Hitoshi! I've cried all the tears I have for you! But now... begins your downfall! I can't wait to see that anguished expression of a man who's witnessing everything taken away from him! Yet powerless to stop it! Hahaha! This... exhilarating! Let the night shift... begin! "Human intelligence is nothing but a scumbag's survival instincts." -Author's shower thoughts.

“Kaze Lee, I thought you are a smart one but you are a fucking idiot. I’ve seen a lot of pretentious idiots but not as fucking stupid as you.” His tone was as cold as ice and it even gave the woman in his arms goosebumps.

He flipped over the front of the book to see the title. It was Dostoyevsky’s The Idiot. “Well, that’s fitting,” B laughed and closed the book. He fell deeper into the recesses of the chair. He brought the glasses up to his face and thought, If this is what an estate man does, then let me be an estate man for just a couple of minutes while the whiskey does its work. B let Dostoyevksy’s words run through his mind like a new mantra — it’s life that matters… the process of discovering… the everlasting and perpetual process… — and slid the glasses onto his face.