The old doctor remembers his youthful days when he was trying to woo the beautiful young and aristocratic Natasha, while the nurse that truly loved him lay dying of Typhus.
How deep does the pain of regret cuts! And of course, the problem is that we cannot force our younger selves to act otherwise than how we know we wrongly acted. Our younger selves, on the other hand, do not see the mistakes they make; to their clueless self-centered egotistical selves, they are being much put upon by the exigencies of life, and woefully miss-understood. It is only in light of self-reflection in memory that we see the self-deception in which we dress.
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The old doctor remembers his youthful days when he was trying to woo the beautiful young and aristocratic Natasha, while the nurse that truly loved him lay dying of Typhus.
How deep does the pain of regret cuts! And of course, the problem is that we cannot force our younger selves to act otherwise than how we know we wrongly acted. Our younger selves, on the other hand, do not see the mistakes they make; to their clueless self-centered egotistical selves, they are being much put upon by the exigencies of life, and woefully miss-understood. It is only in light of self-reflection in memory that we see the self-deception in which we dress.