I had read War and Peace and Anna Karenina before I got to A Confession, Tolstoy’s autobiography about his crisis of faith. He eventually managed to cheer up a bit, but not by much.
Apparently he had participated in some very dark things by the time he hit the middle of his life. Murder, indulging in various lustful practices, cruelty, and many more activities which he names, and which “horrify” him as he looks back on them. Continue reading