Just finished reading Dostoevsky’s Notes from Underground, a phenomenal work of literature and art. This sums up my feelings for the Underground Man quite nicely:
“…The underground man, while writing his Notes, is looking over his shoulder at you, the reader, telling you he doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want your pity or your understanding. As if he were engaged in polemics with a cunning and vicious enemy, he wants to shock and annoy his reader. Yet, at the same time, he seems to want to impress you…”
From this analysis
What I like about that quote is because it’s exactly how I feel… shocked, annoyed, and impressed with the Underground Man. I am amazed at how much I am like him while simultaneously hoping I am not, nor anyone else is, truly him.