Aren't we all flung into the world only to hate each other, and so to torture ourselves and each other? Schoolboys coming--laughing Seryozha?" she thought.
" I thought, too, that I loved him, and used to be touched by my own tenderness.
But I have lived without him, I gave him up for another love, and did not regret the exchange till that love was satisfied.
" And with loathing she thought of what she meant by that love.
And the clearness with which she saw life now, her own and all men's, was a pleasure to her.