The first chapter of this work ends with the narrator answering his own rhetorical question, stating "Very well, so I will talk about myself," and in this work's seventh chapter he claims that "today, too, we live in barbarous times." In one chapter of this work the narrator claims "not only too much consciousness, but any sort of consciousness is a disease." The first part of this book ends with an observation of the (*) snow outside, which reminds the narrator of a story which "gives me no rest now," and makes up the 
The first chapter of this work ends with the narrator answering his own rhetorical question, stating "Very well, so I will talk about myself," and in this work's seventh chapter he claims that "today, too, we live in barbarous times." In one chapter of this work the narrator claims "not only too much consciousness, but any sort of consciousness is a disease." The first part of this book ends with an observation of the (*) snow outside, which reminds the narrator of a story which "gives me no rest now," and makes up the second part. The first part of this work begins with the author discussing his health and that he will not visit a doctor out of spite, saying "My liver hurts me—well let it damn well hurt—the more it hurts the better." For 10 points, name this work about the life of an unnamed narrator, a novel by Fyodor Dostoevsky.
The first chapter of this work ends with the narrator answering his own rhetorical question, stating "Very well, so I will talk about myself," and in this work's seventh chapter he claims that "today, too, we live in barbarous times."
{Notes} From The {Underground} [or {Letters} from the {Underworld} or {Zapiski iz Podpolya}]