Notes From Underground
Fyodor DostoyevskiSözler ve Alıntılar
I did not know how to become anything; neither spiteful nor kind, neither a rascal nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect.
... In reality, I never could become spiteful.
Why I could not even become an insect?
I am by no means such a mirthful person as you imagine, or as you may imagine.
Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anything.
I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness.
I am as suspicious and prone to take offence as a humpback or a dwarf.