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  • It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsaking me and going away from me. Of course, any one is entitled to ask who "every one" was. For though I had been living almost eight years in Petersburg I had hardly an acquaintance. But what did I want with acquaintances? I was acquainted with all Petersburg as it was.

    Fyodor Dostoevsky (2015). “White Nights: Dostoevsky's Collections”, p.1, 谷月社