It was as if the main screw in his head, which held his whole life together, had become stripped. The screw would not go in, would not come out, but turned in the same groove without catching hold, and it was impossible to stop turning it.
Related Authors: Leo Tolstoy | War | Peace
Related Topics: mind, psychology
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