Political fiction; Russia -- History -- 1801-1917 -- Fiction; Russia -- Officials and employees -- Fiction
I, for instance, have a great deal of _amour propre_. I am as
suspicious and prone to take offence as a humpback or a dwarf. But upon
my word I sometimes have had moments when if I had happened to be
slapped in the face I should, perhaps, have been positively glad of it.
I say, in earnest, that I should probably have been able to discover
even in that a peculiar sort of enjoyment—the enjoyment, of course, of
despair; but in despair there are the most intense enjoyments,
especially when one is very acutely conscious of the hopelessness of
one’s position. And when one is slapped in the face—why then the
consciousness of being rubbed into a pulp would positively overwhelm
one. The worst of it is, look at it which way one will, it still turns
out that I was always the most to blame in everything. And what is most
humiliating of all, to blame for no fault of my own but, so to say,
through the laws of nature. In the first place, to blame because I am
cleverer than any of the people surrounding me. (I have always
considered myself cleverer than any of the people surrounding me, and
sometimes, would you believe it, have been positively ashamed of it. At
any rate, I have all my life, as it were, turned my eyes away and never
could look people straight in the face.) To blame, finally, because
even if I had had magnanimity, I should only have had more suffering
from the sense of its uselessness. I should certainly have never been
able to do anything from being magnanimous—neither to forgive, for my
assailant would perhaps have slapped me from the laws of nature, and
one cannot forgive the laws of nature; nor to forget, for even if it
were owing to the laws of nature, it is insulting all the same.
Finally, even if I had wanted to be anything but magnanimous, had
desired on the contrary to revenge myself on my assailant, I could not
have revenged myself on any one for anything because I should certainly
never have made up my mind to do anything, even if I had been able to.
Why should I not have made up my mind? About that in particular I want
to say a few words.
III
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