disgrace and try to contrive to be some sort of impossible generalised man. We are stillborn, and for generations past have been begotten, not by living fathers, and that suits us better and better. We are developing a taste for it. Soon we shall contrive to be born somehow from an idea. But enough; I don’t want to write more from “Underground.”
[ The notes of this paradoxalist do not end here, however. He could not refrain from going on with them, but it seems to us that we may stop here. ]