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strictly logical. I agree that ghosts only appear to the sick, but that only proves that they are unable to appear except to the sick, not that they dont exist. Nothing of the sort, Raskolnikov insisted irritably. No? You dont think so? Svidrigailov went on, looking at him deliberately. But what do you say to this argument (help me with it): ghosts are, as it were, shreds and fragments of other worlds, the beginning of them. A man in health has, of course, no reason to see them, because he is above all a man of this earth and is bound for the sake of completeness and order to live only in this life. But as soon as one is ill, as soon as the normal earthly order of the organism is broken, one begins to realise the possibility of another world; and the more seriously ill one is, the closer becomes ones contact with that other world, so that as soon as the man dies he steps straight into that world. I thought of that long ago. If you believe in a future life, you could believe in that, too. I dont believe in a future life, said Raskolnikov. Svidrigailov sat lost in thought. And what if there are only spiders there, or something of that sort, he said suddenly. He is a madman, thought Raskolnikov. We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead of all that, what if its one little room, like a bath house in the country, black and grimy and spiders in every corner, and thats all eternity is? I sometimes fancy it like that. Can it be you can imagine nothing juster and more comforting than that? Raskolnikov cried, with a feeling of anguish. Juster? And how can we tell, perhaps that is just, and do you know its what I would certainly have made it, answered Svidrigailov, with a vague smile. This horrible answer sent a cold chill through Raskolnikov. Svidrigailov raised his head, looked at him, and suddenly began laughing. Only think, he cried, half an hour ago we had never seen each other, we regarded each other as enemies; there is a matter unsettled between us; weve thrown it aside, and away weve gone into the abstract! Wasnt I right in saying that we were birds of a feather? Kindly allow me, Raskolnikov went on irritably, to ask you to explain why you have honoured me with your visit and and I am in a hurry, I have no time to waste. I want to go out. By all means, by all means. Your sister, Avdotya Romanovna, is going to be married to Mr. Luzhin, Pyotr Petrovitch? Can you refrain from any question about my sister and from mentioning her name? I cant understand how you dare utter her name in my presence, if you really are Svidrigailov. Why, but Ive come here to speak about her; how can I avoid mentioning her? Very good, speak, but make haste. I am sure that you must have formed your own opinion of this Mr. Luzhin, who is a connection of mine through my wife, if you have only seen him for half an hour, or heard any facts about him. He is no match for Avdotya Romanovna. I believe Avdotya Romanovna is sacrificing herself generously and imprudently for the sake of for the sake of her family. I fancied from all I had heard of you that you would be very |
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