"We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead of all that, what if it's one little room, like a bath house in the country, black and grimy and spiders in every corner…

"I am wicked, I see that...But why are they so fond of me if I don't deserve it? Oh, if only I were alone and no one loved me and I too had never loved anyone!" (Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment. Part VI, Chapter VII) 「ぼくが嫌な奴だって…