Notes From the Underground
Notes From the Underground

Notes From the Underground

I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea

How can a man of consciousness have the slightest respect for himself

To care only for well-being seems to me positively ill-bred. Whether it’s good or bad, it is sometimes very pleasant, too, to smash things.

It is clear to me now that, owing to my unbounded vanity and to the high standard I set for myself, I often looked at myself with furious discontent, which verged on loathing, and so I inwardly attributed the same feeling to everyone