Notes from Underground
" I could not become anything:
Neither Bad Nor good, Neither A Scoundrel Nor An Honest Man, Neither a Hero Nor An Insect.
And Now I Am Eking Out My Days In My Corner, Tauting Myself With The Bitter And Entirely Useless Consoltation That An Intelligent Man Cannot Seriously Become Anything; That Only A Fool Can Become Something!"
Yes! Well maybe we're nothig else but something living creatur between Angels and Insects... Some sort of unperfection rock, and we allways thing that we're supirior and uniq i special... And, we're not...
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