“Not just wicked, no, I never even managed to become anything: neither wicked nor good, neither a scoundrel nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am living out my life in the corner…” (p. 7)
“I swear to you, gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness.” (p. 8)
— 10 hours, 45 min ago
1 comment
