A new feeling, melancholy and desolate, oppressed his heart; all at once he had become aware that at that moment, and for some time past, he had not been saying what he ought to have been saying, not doing what he should have been doing, and that these cards he held in his hands and had been so pleased about, could avail nothing, nothing at all now.
Fuck it's this quote. THIS. THIS IS THE LAST SANE FUCKING THOUGHTS MYSHKIN HAD. HIS LAST THOUGHTS. HIS LAST THOUGHTS WERE AN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF HIS FAILURE.
