I have always looked upon myself as something of a
superman. I was of respectable but humble birth, and yet,
certain mornings, let me confess it humbly, I felt like
a king’s son, or a burning bush. It was not
a matter, mind you, of the certainty I had of
being more intelligent than everyone else. Besides, such certainty is
of no consequence because so many imbeciles share it. No,
as a result of being showered with blessings, I felt,
I hesitate to admit, marked out. Personally marked out, among
all, for that long and uninterrupted success, for noble achievements.
Paraphrases from the novel The Fall by Albert Camus.