For The Fat Guy, everything works as well as everything else. He’s tried everything. It all goes to hell. Ergo, everything works as well as everything else.
Exercise
No exercise
High fat, low fat
High carb, low carb
High protein, low protein
Fasting, cycling, three meals, six
Also crying in one’s club soda. Works great. You can’t see the tears through the bubbles.
Short answer: he did not. Neither did Prince Myshkin, that we know of. Likely both believed it. Beauty — in the person of Christ — will do so. And clearly D wrote of M in The Idiot to explore art and beauty and ugliness and salvation. But did he say it, and did he believe that
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