Oh, Nastenka! It will be sad, you know, to be left alone, quite alone, and not even have something to regret - nothing, absolutely nothing . . . because all that I have lost, all this, it was all nothing, a stupid, round zero - it was merely a dream!'
you see, even dreams need to be replenished! Do you know that I now like to recall and visit at certain times places where I was once happy in my own way,
But this terrible time has yet to come - he desires nothing, because he is above desire, because he has everything, because he is sated, because he himself is the artist of his life and he creates it for himself every hour to suit his latest whim.