Fictional Gamma Quadra Characters In Movies and Literature

[Not A Communist Shill]

from socionics.org

ISFj\ESI
Clyde Griffiths - An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser (can be accessed from this page, though it's apparently illegal to do so if you live in the U.S.)
Sonya Rostov – War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Dolly Oblonskaya - Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

ESFp\SEE
Buratino - The Golden Key\Adventures of Buratino (the Russian Pinocchio ) by Aleksey Tolstoy
Anna Karenina - Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Nastasya Filippovna – The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Neznaika - The Adventures of Neznaika and His Friends by Nikolay Nosov
Nozdryov - Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol
Natasha Rostova – War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

INTp\ILI
Mstislav Los' - Aelita by Aleksey Tolstoy
Pierre Bezukhov - War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Pechorin - A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Lermontov

ENTj\LIE
Smoke Bellew - Smoke Bellew by Jack London
Ostap Bender – The Twelve Chairs + The Golden Calf by Ilf and Petrov
Garin - The Hyperboloid of Engineer Garin by Aleksey Tolstoy
Martin Eden - Martin Eden by Jack London

Expat's suggestions:

Odysseus and Penelope in Homer's The Odyssey
Heathcliff and Cathy in Wuthering
Heights

[Expat]

ENTj - ISFj:

Odysseus and Penelope in Homer's The Odyssey

Heathcliff and Cathy in Wuthering Heights

[Garmonbozia]

from socionics.org

ISFj\ESI
Clyde Griffiths - An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser
Sonya Rostov – War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Dolly Oblonskaya - Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

ESFp\SEE
Buratino - The Golden Key\Adventures of Buratino (the Russian Pinocchio ) by Aleksey Tolstoy
Anna Karenina - Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Nastasya Filippovna – The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Neznaika - The Adventures of Neznaika and His Friends by Nikolay Nosov
Nozdryov - Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol
Natasha Rostova – War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

INTp\ILI
Mstislav Los' - Aelita by Aleksey Tolstoy
Pierre Bezukhov - War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Pechorin - A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Lermontov

ENTj\LIE
Smoke Bellew - Smoke Bellew by Jack London
Ostap Bender – The Twelve Chairs + The Golden Calf by Ilf and Petrov
Garin - The Hyperboloid of Engineer Garin by Aleksey Tolstoy
Martin Eden - Martin Eden by Jack London

He/She is a Tolstoy person. It seems to happen that people either favor Dostoevsky or Tolstoy. I, myself, am a Dostoevsky girl.

I wonder which one of these writers is more "gamma". I think perhaps Tolstoy (not because of this list).

[Not A Communist Shill]

There's 1 Dostoevsky in Alpha, 2 in Beta and 2 in Delta . Also, there's a Tolstoy author who isn't called Leo, so it distorts it a bit.

[Garmonbozia]

There's 1 Dostoevsky in Alpha, 2 in Beta and 2 in Delta . Also, there's a Tolstoy author who isn't called Leo, so it distorts it a bit.

Aleksey isn't very good.

[Not A Communist Shill]

You've actually read one of his books? I think I've only read the first few pages of War and Peace out of the books on this list.

[Garmonbozia]

I've read everything on the list aside from the Gogol.

I'm a dork.

[XoX]

I haven't read anything from that list Does that make me cool?

[Garmonbozia]

I haven't read anything from that list Does that make me cool?

You bet!

[Not A Communist Shill]

I've added links to all the texts available online for free - you might not like reading them on a computer, but you could just read the brief extracts concerning the relevant character or see if you like the book, and then buy a physical copy.

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[crazedrat]

reading is annoying

[pezzonovante]

Upon reading Anna Karenina not too long ago (though I only made it halfway before getting sidetracked), I became convinced that Levin is an INTp.

[pezzonovante]

Great book though, perhaps one of the greatest I've ever read. I am going to start it again from the beginning, and actually finish it, once I get some free time.

I'm really interested in what type Tolstoy could be, any thoughts?

[aestrivex]

anna karenina was the introductory statement of the worst literature class i ever took.

it was atrocious, from what i remember.


i do remember considering anna karenina as SEE, after having read it.

[pezzonovante]

anna karenina was the introductory statement of the worst literature class i ever took.

it was atrocious, from what i remember.


i do remember considering anna karenina as SEE, after having read it.

You were probably reading off a shitty translation, as they can be different as night and day. Anyways, taste in literature is one of the most subjective things possible.

A survey of 125 British and American writers resulted in this list of the Top Ten Greatest Books of All Time.

1. Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy
2. Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
3. War and Peace, by Leo Tolstoy
4. Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov
5. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain
6. Hamlet, by William Shakespeare
7. The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald
8. In Search of Lost Time, by Marcel Proust
9. The stories of Anton Chekhov
10. Middlemarch, by George Eliot



Again, I don't doubt that the book seems atrocious to you. I am not really trying to prove anything, but I wouldn't want anyone who hasn't read it to be discouraged from what I feel is a great piece of literature.

[Rubicon]

Great book though, perhaps one of the greatest I've ever read. I am going to start it again from the beginning, and actually finish it, once I get some free time.

I'm really interested in what type Tolstoy could be, any thoughts?

Apparently the character of Levin was supposed to be based on Tolstoy's own personality - so maybe INTp? That said, I'm not convinced that Levin's character is entirely authentic. I mean - he has to be an INTp - but at the same time his character places a great deal of importance on Se. Maybe that's just evidence of dual-seeking though. Still, I get the feeling that Tolstoy is combining reality (his own personality) and fantasy (his ideal personality) in creating Levin. I love Levin as a character, but he seems too good to be true. But maybe INTps would disagree, idk. Here's a few passages from Anna Karenina that IMO seem 'too Se' for an INTp. I would be interested to know whether any INTps relate to feeling this way.

"So they mowed the first row. And this long row seemed particularly hard work to Levin; but when the end was reached and Tit, shouldering his scythe, began with deliberate stride returning on the tracks left by his heels in the cut grass, and Levin walked back in the same way over the space he had cut, in spite of the sweat that ran in streams over his face and fell in drops down his nose, and drenched his back as though he had been soaked in water, he felt very happy. What delighted him particularly was that now he knew he would be able to hold out.

His pleasure was only disturbed by his row not being well cut. "I will swing less with my arm and more with my whole body," he thought, comparing Tit's row, which looked as if it had been cut with a line, with his own unevenly and irregularly lying grass.

The first row, as Levin noticed, Tit had mowed specially quickly, probably wishing to put his master to the test, and the row happened to be a long one. The next rows were easier, but still Levin had to strain every nerve not to drop behind the peasants.

He thought of nothing, wished for nothing, but not to be left behind the peasants, and to do his work as well as possible. He heard nothing but the swish of scythes, and saw before him Tit's upright figure mowing away, the crescent-shaped curve of the cut grass, the grass and flower heads slowly and rhythmically falling before the blade of his scythe, and ahead of him the end of the row, where would come the rest.

Suddenly, in the midst of his toil, without understanding what it was or whence it came, he felt a pleasant sensation of chill on his hot, moist shoulders. He glanced at the sky in the interval for whetting the scythes. A heavy, lowering storm cloud had blown up, and big raindrops were falling. Some of the peasants went to their coats and put them on; others--just like Levin himself--merely shrugged their shoulders, enjoying the pleasant coolness of it.

Another row, and yet another row, followed--long rows and short rows, with good grass and with poor grass. Levin lost all sense of time, and could not have told whether it was late or early now. A change began to come over his work, which gave him immense satisfaction. In the midst of his toil there were moments during which he forgot what he was doing, and it came all easy to him, and at those same moments his row was almost as smooth and well cut as Tit's. But so soon as he recollected what he was doing, and began trying to do better, he was at once conscious of all the difficulty of his task, and the row was badly mown.

On finishing yet another row he would have gone back to the top of the meadow again to begin the next, but Tit stopped, and going up to the old man said something in a low voice to him. They both looked at the sun. "What are they talking about, and why doesn't he go back?" thought Levin, not guessing that the peasants had been mowing no less than four hours without stopping, and it was time for their lunch."

"The longer Levin mowed, the oftener he felt the moments of unconsciousness in which it seemed not his hands that swung the scythe, but the scythe mowing of itself, a body full of life and consciousness of its own, and as though by magic, without thinking of it, the work turned out regular and well-finished of itself. These were the most blissful moments.

It was only hard work when he had to break off the motion, which had become unconscious, and to think; when he had to mow round a hillock or a tuft of sorrel. The old man did this easily. When a hillock came he changed his action, and at one time with the heel, and at another with the tip of his scythe, clipped the hillock round both sides with short strokes. And while he did this he kept looking about and watching what came into his view: at one moment he picked a wild berry and ate it or offered it to Levin, then he flung away a twig with the blade of the scythe, then he looked at a quail's nest, from which the bird flew just under the scythe, or caught a snake that crossed his path, and lifting it on the scythe as though on a fork showed it to Levin and threw it away.

For both Levin and the young peasant behind him, such changes of position were difficult. Both of them, repeating over and over again the same strained movement, were in a perfect frenzy of toil, and were incapable of shifting their position and at the same time watching what was before them."