Imagine that it is you yourself who are erecting the edifice of human destiny with the aim of making men happy in the end, of giving them peace and contentment at last, but that to do that it is absolutely necessary, and indeed quite inevitable, to torture to death only one tiny creature, the little girl who beat her breast with her little fist, and to found the edifice on her unavenged tears—would you consent to be the architect on those conditions?
Feodor Dostoyevsky (1821–1881), The Brothers Karamazov, bk. 5, ch. 4 trans. by D. Magarshak (1958).