He was a simple and devoted soul; but when he devoted
himself to me entirely I began to hate him and repulsed
him--as though all I needed him for was to win a victory over him, to
subjugate him and nothing else.
himself to me entirely I began to hate him and repulsed
him--as though all I needed him for was to win a victory over him, to
subjugate him and nothing else.
Dostoevsky - Notes from Underground
