Because Myshkin’s compassion is a mirror. When you look at a truly good person, you don’t see their goodness; you see your own flaws. Myshkin doesn’t judge anyone—he pities them. And nothing enrages a guilty person more than unearned pity.
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I think about Myshkin every time I see a post about "toxic positivity" or when someone says "you’re too nice." Because Myshkin’s compassion is a mirror