Ever since his school days Oscar had dreamed of composing
a book about life which would contain, like buried explosives,
the most striking things he had so far seen and
thought about. But he was too young to write such
a book; instead, he took photographs and wrote captions for
them. He was like a painter who was always making
sketches of miniatures for a big canvas he had in
mind. He was indulgent toward these immature works on account
of their vigor and originality. These two qualities, vigor and
originality, in his opinion gave reality to his earliest art.
Paraphrases from the novel Dr. Zhivago by Boris Pasternak.