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Sometimes, when everything all around is depressing, I escape to books and to the real or imaginary worlds of other people. It doesn’t always work, but fortunately during these difficult times of killing, destruction and hatred, I happened to receive a copy of the new translation of “Oblomov,” by Ivan Goncharov. Oblomov, the hero, hardly ever leaves his bed. He doesn’t see the point in it. Even when...