"And was it in any way permissible for him, Razumikhin, to cherish any such dream? What was he in comparison with this girl – he, the drunken scoundrel and braggart of yesterday? ‘Is such a ridiculous and cynical comparison possible at all?’ He crimsoned at the thought."
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Razumikhin, from Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky
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