"Yes, there is something in me hateful, repulsive", thought Levin, as he came away from the Shtcherbatsky's, and walked in the direction of his brother's lodgings. "And I don't get on with other people. Pride, they say. No, I have no pride. If I had any pride, I should not have put myself in such a position". And he pictured to himself Vrosky, happy, good natured, clever, and self-possessed, certainly never placed in the awful position in which he had been that evening."Yes, she was bound to choose him. So it had to be, and I cannot complain of any one or anything. I am myself to blame. What right had I to imagine she would care to join her life to mine? Who am I and what I am? A nobody, not wanted by any one, nor of use to anybody".

Anna Karenina - Tolstoy