But instead of delight his soul was filled with such gloom, and his heart ached with such anguish, as he had never known in his life before... I am base he whispered to himself.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
But instead of delight his soul was filled with such gloom, and his heart ached with such anguish, as he had never known in his life before... I am base he whispered to himself.