Fyodor Dostoevsky. The insulted and injured (№ 273730)

And by the way, I wanted to explain to you that at me there is a line in the character that you did not know, is a hatred for all these vulgar, worthless naivety and pastoral, and one of the most juicy for me the enjoyment has always been to pretend to be yourself first, this way, to enter this tone, to caress, to encourage some ever-young Schiller, and then suddenly stun him; suddenly raise in front of him a mask and enthusiastic person to make him a face, to show him the language in the minute when he least expects it surprise.