The Brothers Karamazov

by Fyodor Dostoevsky

I feel that you're the only creature in the world who has not condemned me. My dear boy, I feel it, you know. I can't help feeling it." And he even began blubbering. He was sentimental. He was wicked and sentimental.

He longed to revenge himself on everyone for his own unseemliness. He suddenly recalled how he had once in the past been asked, "Why do you hate so and so, so much?" And he had answered them, with his shameless impudence, "I'll tell you. He has done me no harm. But I played him a dirty trick, and ever since I have hated him."

Ivan rang for the waiter and ordered soup, jam, and tea.

wtf kind of a meal is soup jam and tea

Fathers and teachers, I ponder, "What is hell?" I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.