Sunday, November 14, 2010
I used to go abroad, and I always felt sick at heart. Nothing special, really -- here's the dawn coming up, here's the Bay of Naples, the sea -- you look, and it's somehow sad. The most disgusting thing is that you're always sad about something! No, the fatherland's better; here at least you can blame it all on everyone else and justify yourself.
Crime and Punishment, Part IV Chapter 1