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Literature is full of characters who discover that being loved and being understood are not the same thing. Some spend their lives standing at the edge of their own family's narrative, present but unseen. They are spoken to but not listened to. Remembered, but not considered. Included in the language of belonging yet excluded from its practice. Perhaps that is why certain characters remain with us long after we close their books. Among them, Ivan Ilyich has always lingered