An essay on one angle of my favourite ever work of fiction, The Count of Monte Cristo
WARNING: SPOILERS FOLLOW

The Count of Monte Cristo is my favourite work of fiction, the canonical tail of revenge. Its plot winds like strands of twine the reader can barely track, and then like a magicians knot, Dumas untangles everything in a few firm tugs that leave us breathless.
The final message the Count leaves for Maximillian, and the parting philosophy for the reader, is: