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DeRank ™: 9,11 • DeAge™ : 6549 days
I am a sick man.... I am a malicious man. I am not an attractive man. I believe my liver hurts me. After all, I don't understand a thing about my illness and I don't know for sure what causes my pain. I don't take care of myself and have never taken care of myself, although I respect medicine and doctors. Moreover, I am also superstitious to an extreme; well, at least enough to respect medicine. (I am sufficiently educated not to be superstitious, but I am superstitious). No, I don't want to treat myself out of malice. You all certainly wouldn't want to understand this. Well, I do understand it. Of course, I couldn't precisely explain to whom I am causing trouble in this case with my malice; I know very well that I cannot in any way "get back" at the doctors for not treating me; I know better than anyone that with all this, I am only harming myself and no one else. But nonetheless, if I don't treat myself, it's out of malice! If my liver hurts me, well, then, let it hurt me even more!
Dostoevsky
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