Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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You and him were arguing about some petty thing, you knew you were wrong- it’d take a moron to not know— even so, you didn’t give up. You just wanted to argue for no apparent reason.
He was trying to stay calm, and he did a good job at it. He knew that if he got mad, then that could act as proof that he lost. Even if you’re wrong.
“No—“
“That’s just incorrect, in every sense.”
“What makes you believe something as absurd as that?”