In the book he has dark hair, and Aaron Taylor-Johnson portrayed him so differently in the film, but Count Vronsky always makes me feel the same way, in the film as in the book, and I think the way Taylor-Johnson played him was different but as fascinating as the written character.
A real work of art destroys, in the consciousness of the receiver, the separation between himself and the artist–not that alone, but also between himself and all whose minds receive this work of art. In this freeing of our personality from its separation and isolation, in this uniting of it with others, lies the chief characteristic and the great attractive force of art.
Sometimes he remembered how he had heard that soldiers in war when entrenched under the enemy’s fire, if they have nothing to do, try hard to find some occupation the more easily to bear the danger. To Pierre all men seemed like those soldiers, seeking refuge from life: some in ambition, some in cards, some in women, some in toys, some in politics, some in sport, some in wine, and some in governmental affairs. “Nothing is trivial, and nothing is important, it’s all the same – only to save oneself from it as best one can,” thought Pierre. “Only not to see it, that dreadful It.