– Я не могу жениться ни на ком, я нездоров, – сказал князь.
A quote from "The Idiot" by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, which roughly translates as:
"I am unable to marry anyone, I am unwell," said the prince.

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– Я не могу жениться ни на ком, я нездоров, – сказал князь.
A quote from "The Idiot" by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, which roughly translates as:
"I am unable to marry anyone, I am unwell," said the prince.
Something something Dazai has ADHD, Ranpo has AuDHD and Fyodor has Autism
I wonder if Edogawa Ranpo from BSD has AuDHD: his attention to details and noticing what other people don’t leans into Autism but he has no strict rules or schedule, or heavy masking, meanwhile his ADHD is shown through eating sweets (common addiction pattern) to keep himself stimulated and his openness that appear as rude to people and openly disliking things is very ADHD-coded.
Spoilers for Cannibalism Arc, Fyodor's ability and ending of BSD Part 1.
Ship of Theseus & xxxHOLiC
Can there be true silence?
Even now in my room, I have my window open, I can hear cars driving far away, planes careening across the sky, birds of different kind chirping and squawking on squeaky branches, the whispers of the wind, the creaks of the house, the tinnitus in my ears, the rasping of my whistling breath.
This is silence in human sense.
Silence for us is when the sound becomes a background noise. It can be quiet and predictable, or repetitive or just predictable. We can’t really feel true silence because true silence is lack of noise—it’s deafening. You can find that in nature only, where planes don’t fly over your heads and distance from nearby car is vast like an ocean. Even in the Pacific Ocean, you’ll always hear the sloshing of the water, murmur of the waves and movement of the streams. When there’s no obstacles, the wind rushes free and it always makes a noise. Trees, however, are the buffers; they muffle the sound, they break the wind, they make the air flow though their cracks and holes—that’s why deep in the woods, just maybe, where the current of air doesn’t shake the trunks to moan in their ancient language and leaves rustle like pompons in mirthful cheer, you may experience the true silence.
Sometimes you can experience near silence, and even that is deafening. In the countryside when the air is calm and peaceful, free from vehicles of modern age, especially at night when the loud sleep and the quiet lurk. Or during winter, you may experience the winter silence; sitting in the car at night when the sound is absorb by the heavy snow, the engine is turned off and lights aren’t glowing and whirring, you can feel the deafening silence inside when you slow your breathing.
I can even hear snowflakes landing on the heavy ground or on the surface of my winter coat—even this is silence.
Just an opinion on Shakespeare