I understand you, Karamazov. I see you understand human nature.
I will not and cannot believe that evil is the normal condition of mankind.
But no, no, I am not to blame, Nastenka; I feel that, I know that, because my heart tells me I am right, for I cannot hurt you in any way, I cannot wound you! I was your friend, but I am still your friend, I have betrayed no trust. Here my tears are falling, Nastenka. Let them flow, let them flow — they don't hurt anybody. They will dry, Nastenka.
Remember especially that you cannot be the judge of anyone. For there can be no judge of a criminal on earth until the judge knows that he, too, is a criminal, exactly the same as the one who stands before him, and that he is perhaps most guilty of all for the crime of the one standing before him.
She understood from it all what a woman, if she loves sincerely, always understands before anything else -- namely, that I myself was unhappy.
In fact, we have lost touch so badly that we often feel a kind of loathing for genuine 'living live,' and hence cannot endure being reminded of it. We've reached a point where we virtually regard 'living life' as hard labor, almost servitude and we all agree in private that it's much better 'according to books.