It seems to me, Nation, that I am great. That I see and understand more and that I am more able. That I could do anything I wanted. That I am entitled – to this and that. Not anything, I'm not stupid, of course, but it's nobody's business, I decide for myself. It has been a long time since someone told me something I didn't already know, or didn't tell me nonsense that I see through at first glance and do not make them aware of it only due to infinite kindness. Unless it was a matter of higher importance, a fair and significant matter, a principle, then I would proclaim, straight in the eye, the uncomfortable, unpopular, but the only truth.

But I know well that I am just a mongrel. Simple, uneducated, unwashed, crude and vulgar, ugly, smelly and lazy, insignificant, worth only a beating, if worth anything, a boor.

Such a true son I am.