Moral Imperative

“I could not become anything:

Neither bad nor good, neither

a scoundrel nor honest man,

neither a hero nor insect.

And now I am eking out my days

in my corner, taunting myself

with the bitter and entirely

useless consolation that an

intelligent man cannot seriously

become anything; that only

 a fool can become something.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Notes from Underground