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I could not become anything neither good nor bad neither a scoundrel nor an honest man neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything, that only a fool can become something.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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