At home, I read more than anything. I wanted to deaden all that was constantly boiling inside me with external sensations. And of all available external sensations, the only one for me was reading. Reading, of course, helped a lot – it excited, pleasured and tormented. But at times it bored me terribly. After all, I still wanted to do something.
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| — | Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (via philosophybits) |
