Fyodor Dostoevsky,
The Idiot — Part IV/Chapter VI
(1913<!--year of translation-->)
“ Can a man really sink to such depths of meanness?" said the prince, sadly.Lebedeff's face brightened."Oh, I'm a mean wretch—a mean wretch!" he said, approaching the prince once more, and beating his breast, with tears in his eyes."It's abominable dishonesty, you know!""Dishonesty—it is, it is! That's the very word!""What in the world induces you to act so? You are nothing but a spy. Why did you write anonymously to worry so noble and generous a lady? Why should not Aglaya Ivanovna write a note to whomever she pleases? ”
