Making of stupidity

The young man was leaning against the mantelshelf, watching him with that strange expression that one sees on the faces of those who are absorbed in a play when some great artist is acting. There was neither real sorrow in it nor real joy. There was simply the passion of the spectator, with…

Sometimes a piece of literature just CAPTURES MY HEART AND MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL. I will never understand how writers do it, how they manage to make everything seem so simple and easy. I can write stories but the minute I’d need to put them in word form instead of pictures, I’m lost. I’m going to have to check out this book/novel/whatever it is.

I’m really sad I know nothing about the classics, since in school we only learned of Finnish literature.