“The Bet,” by Anton Chekhov is one of my favourite short stories. Until yesterday, I hadn’t read it for several years, and had actually forgotten who wrote it. But friends are a sort of external memory, and one remembered for me. The story, in hyperbolic summer, is about the value of life. I won’t say...
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