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What does harm to another man is wrong, said Pierre, feeling with pleasure that for the first time since his arrival Prince Andrey was roused and was beginning to speak and eager to give expression to what had made him what he now was. And who has told you what is harm to another man? he asked. Harm? harm? said Pierre; we all know what harms ourselves. Yes, we know that, but its not the same harm we know about for ourselves that we do to another man, said Prince Andrey, growing more and more eager, and evidently anxious to express to Pierre his new view of things. He spoke in French. I only know two very real ills in life, remorse and sickness. There is no good except the absence of those ills. To live for myself so as to avoid these two evils: thats the sum of my wisdom now. And love for your neighbour, and self-sacrifice? began Pierre. No, I cant agree with you! To live with the sole object of avoiding doing evil, so as not to be remorseful, thats very little. I used to live so, I used to live for myself, and I spoilt my life. And only now, when Im living, at least trying to live (modesty impelled Pierre to correct himself) for others, only now I have learnt to know all the happiness of life. No, I dont agree with you, and indeed, you dont believe what youre saying yourself. Prince Andrey looked at Pierre without speaking, and smiled ironically. Well, youll see my sister Marie. You will get on with her, said he. Perhaps you are right for yourself, he added, after a brief pause, but every one lives in his own way; you used to live for yourself, and you say that by doing so you almost spoiled your life, and have only known happiness since you began to live for others. And my experience has been the reverse. I used to live for glory. (And what is glory? The same love for others, the desire to do something for them, the desire of their praise.) In that way I lived for others, and not almost, but quite spoilt my life. And I have become more peaceful since I live only for myself. But how are you living only for yourself? Pierre asked, getting hot. What of your son, your sister, your father? Yes, but thats all the same as myself, they are not others, said Prince Andrey; but others, ones neighbours, as you and Marie call them, they are the great source of error and evil. Ones neighbours are thoseyour Kiev peasantswhom one wants to do good to. And he looked at Pierre with a glance of ironical challenge. He unmistakably meant to draw him on. You are joking, said Pierre, getting more and more earnest. What error and evil can there be in my wishing (I have done very little and done it very badly), but still wishing to do good, and doing indeed something any way? Where can be the harm if unhappy people, our peasants, people just like ourselves, growing up and dying with no other idea of God and the truth, but a senseless prayer and ceremony, if they are instructed in the consoling doctrines of a future life, of retribution, and recompense and consolation? What harm and error can there be in my giving them doctors, and a hospital, and a refuge for the aged, when men are dying of disease without help, and it is so easy to give them material aid? And isnt there palpable, incontestable good, when the peasants and the women with young children have no rest day or night, and I give them leisure and rest? said Pierre, talking hurriedly and lisping. And I have done that; badly its true, and too little of it, but I have done something towards it, and youll not only fail to shake my conviction that I have done well, youll not even shake my conviction that you dont believe that yourself. And the great thing, Pierre continued, is that I know this and know it for a certaintythat the enjoyment of doing this good is the only real happiness in life. Oh, if you put the question like that, its a different matter, said Prince Andrey. Im building a house and laying out a garden, while you are building hospitals. Either occupation may serve to pass the time. But as to whats right and whats goodleave that to one who knows all to judge; its not for us to decide. Well, you want an argument, he added; all right, let us have one. They got up from the table and sat |
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