And here we go . . . we finish the ball with Natasha on an absolute high. (We’ll find out about Andrei’s state of mind tomorrow.) I don’t know if anyone caught the throwaway remark about how she passed all her superflous dancing partners on to Sonya, but I did find that rather amusing.
There’s not a lot to say here, except that Tolstoy paints a picture of this happiness that transcends everything in the room, and then brings us back to earth with a reminder that poor old Pierre is still struggling with his doubts and dilemmas. (And we hopefully all remember the dreams and problems he’s wrestling with at the moment.)
But isn’t that the way at social gatherings? Actually, just about spending time on this planet really. At any given point in time, one person can be having the high point of their life, and for another, they can be in the depths of despair. The only thing shared is this planet and the march of time.
See you tomorrow.