#extracts (I will never be consistent, so I won't put a number in front)

"– But what exactly did you dislike about this life?
– Everything; the constant rushing as if in a race, the eternal game of miserable little passions, especially greed, the mutual tripping over each other, the gossip, the chatter, the reciprocal spite and then that scanning from head to toe; when you listen, you feel dizzy, you become dull. You think they are intelligent people, fully dignified, and all you hear is: 'This one got that, that one got the contract.' 'Excuse me, for what reason?' someone shouts. 'This one lost everything at the club yesterday, that one makes three hundred thousand!' Boredom, boredom, boredom! ... Where is man going, here? Where is his wholeness? Where has it hidden? In what nonsense has it been shattered?"

Ivan Aleksandrovič Gončarov, Oblomov