"The first thought that occurred to me was a Karamazov one. You know, brother, I was once bitten by a centipede, by the evil insect [...] What made her beautiful at that moment was that she was noble, while I was a scoundrel, that there she was in all the majesty of her generosity and sacrifice for her father, while I was a mere bedbug [... this thought of the centipede, gripped my heart so violently it almost bled"
— Mar 15, 2025 09:06AM
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