Reading for Friday, 27 March
More a plot-driven chapter than anything else, but here’s Pierre, and he’s still in the same boat of not fitting in anywhere.
The French are more suspicious of him because he speaks French and won’t tell his name. The Russians can’t stand him because he’s an aristocrat. So his only real options are to sit there and think about life, which he does so well.
I also have to wonder what Tolstoy’s experiences with law courts were, because he seems extremely cynical about the course of justice, as it if only exists to get convictions . . .