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


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