They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretense, because I felt so sure they could not possibly know the things I knew. Their bearing, which was simply the bearing of commonplace individuals going about their business in the assurance of perfect safety, was offensive to me like the outrageous flauntings of folly in the face of a danger it is unable to comprehend. I had no particular desire to enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces, so full of stupid importance.
The narrator expresses a deep frustration towards those around him, perceiving them as intruders in his thoughts. He feels that their superficial understanding of life is a feeble pretense and believes they cannot grasp the complex realities he knows. Their confidence appears naive and offensive to him, as if they are oblivious to the dangers lurking beneath their mundane existence. This disparity fuels his irritation and mockery towards their ignorance.
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