>"I made friends with no one and positively avoided talking, and buried myself more and more in my hole."
>"I often looked at myself with furious discontent, which verged on loathing, and so I inwardly attributed the same feeling to everyone."
>"I hated my fellow clerks one and all, and I despised them all, yet at the same time I was, as it were, afraid of them. In fact, it happened at times that I thought more highly of them than of myself"
Is Dostoevsky /ourguy/?
Yes, yes he is. Read Dream of A Ridiculous man