‘No sooner do you approach,’ he said, ‘than untold horrors swarm on you from every side – duty, pride, respectability, public opinion, ridicule, disdain. You mustn’t take any notice of them, but just walk straight ahead. The monsters gradually vanish, and before you opens a peaceful, sunny glade, with the green myrtle blossoming in its midst. But all is lost, if your heart quakes and you turn back at the beginning.’...I really oughtn’t to be so biting about them, I who have loved nothing in the world but them and have always been ready to sacrifice for them peace of mind, ambition, even life itself.
- Pechorin's Corner @ Chelifer's Beach (1840)