Tolstoy Editorial

I woke up in the middle of night, having dreamt of Ana Karenina. In my dream I had a strong urge for a narrative correction, which would have taken Ana and Vronski and Aleksei, the old master’s famous narrative and the readings of it throughout the last two centuries, in a whole different direction. I felt very strongly about this in my dream. But on waking up, though feeling dizzy with narrative possibilities, I forgot the lines of correction that had been presented to me so vividly in my sleep. With great ease and no ill feelings whatsoever, I shrugged off the loss and dozed off again.