May it not be that he loves chaos and destruction {there can be no disputing that he does sometimes love it} because he is instinctively afraid of attaining his object and completing the edifice he is constructing? Who knows, perhaps he only loves that edifice from a distance, and is by no means in love with it at close quarters; perhaps he only loves building it and does not want to live in it, but will leave it, when completed...
( Fyodor Dostoyevsky )
[ Notes from Underground, White ]
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