Reading Fyodor Dostoyevsky's Poor Folk and Other Stories:
And it was not enough that they made me into a watchword, into a term of abuse, almost - they latched onto my boots, my uniform, my hair, the shape of my body; none of these were to their liking, they must all be changed. And I mean, all this has been repeated every single day of the week since God knows when. I have grown accustomed to it, because I can grow accustomed to anything, because I am a meek man, because I am a little man; but, I ask, what is the reason for it all? What wrong have I ever done anyone? Have I stolen promotion from anyone? (p. 47)
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