"(intro : taken from 'Notes From the Underground' by Fydor Dosteovsky')I am a sick man, I am a spitefull man, I am an unattractive man, I think there is something wrong with my liver but i cannot make head or tail of my illness, and I am not absolutely sure which part of me is sick. Im not receiving any treatment nor have I ever done, although I do respect medicine and doctors, besides Im still extremely superstitious, if only I respect medicine, well its not out of spite that i do not want to be cured. You probably not see fit to understand this, but I do understand it of course." "I wont be able to explain to you who I will harm in this instant by my spite. I know perfectly well that I cannot in anyway sully the doctors by not consulting them... and thats my word"