Or, is it the result of that ugly, but
invincible, feeling which causes us to destroy the sweet of
our neighbour in order to have the petty satisfaction of saying to him,
when, in despair, he asks what he is to believe:
“My friend, the same thing happened to me, and you see, nevertheless,
that I dine, sup, and sleep very peacefully, and I shall, I hope, know
how to die without tears and lamentations.
invincible, feeling which causes us to destroy the sweet of
our neighbour in order to have the petty satisfaction of saying to him,
when, in despair, he asks what he is to believe:
“My friend, the same thing happened to me, and you see, nevertheless,
that I dine, sup, and sleep very peacefully, and I shall, I hope, know
how to die without tears and lamentations.
Lermontov - A Hero of Our Time
