Fyodor Dostoevsky. Idiot (№ 204885)

There are people who in their petulant resentment find extraordinary pleasure, especially when it comes (which happens always very fast) to the breaking point; at this moment they even, it seems, would rather be hurt than not hurt. These always ruffling then suffer terrible remorse, if they are smart, of course, able to figure out that we got ten times more than it should.