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“To a lackey no man can be great, for a lackey has his own conception of greatness.” Yeah, the lackey believes only himself is truly great.

Tolstoy can get on with it, we get the point, we really, really, really do. We’re not leaning anything new here, the story is not moving forward, the points have all been made. Even on my 4th reading of this I get tired of these sections.