"All life had appeared to him [Prince Andreij Bolkònsckij] like magic lantern images, as if regarded at great length through a glass slide and illuminated with artificial light. Now suddenly, without glass, he saw those poorly depicted and badly composed pictures in the clear light of day. "Yes, yes, here they are, those fake images that used to move me, enrapture and torment me", he said to himself, letting the principal images of the magic lantern of his life run through his mind... "