chapter 1 or what ive read of it in the notes from the underground seems to me to be one big but very entertaining rant based on the characters envy of regular people who commit to certain things in life and who consequently have a defined personality and status, unlike himself, a tortured and self confessed mouse, with obvious self esteem and identity issues. he would, he confesses, rather depart from truth and reality in order to please himself and rouse himself out of the terrible boredom he suffers from, a boredom which arises from the disease of thinking too much. the narrator seems to be suffering in this limbo state, where uncertainty reigns.
what does everyone else think?
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