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Notes from Underground
Not only did I fail at being bad: I failed at being anything at all, be it good or bad, scoundrel or gentlemen, hero or pest. I now spend my days here in my nook, tricking myself with the evil and utterly useless comfort that, as it is, a bright person cannot seriously become something, for only idiots manage to do so. (F.Dostoevskij, Notes from underground)
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