Very well: suppose science and mathematics could prove that man is nothing but a piano key; suppose someone worked out every move he makes, tabulated it, and told him exactly what serves his own interest —he would still go and do something absurd.He might even wreck what he fought hard to win, just to prove one thing:a key is what sounds when it is pressed; he is a man.You say even his absurdity can be calculated? Then he would sooner go mad than stay inside that table.
Fyodor DostoevskyNotes from Underground, Part I, Chapter 8Freely adapted from the original ↗




