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a joke, and their souls are dry, dry and flat; they remind me of prison walls when I was first brought here. But he is a clever fellow, very clever. Well, Alexey, its all over with me now. He sat down on the bench and made Alyosha sit down beside him. Yes, the trials to-morrow. Are you so hopeless, brother? Alyosha said, with an apprehensive feeling. What are you talking about? said Mitya, looking at him rather uncertainly. Oh, you mean the trial! Damn it all! Till now weve been talking of things that dont matter, about this trial, but I havent said a word to you about the chief thing. Yes, the trial is to-morrow; but it wasnt the trial I meant, when I said it was all over with me. Why do you look at me so critically? What do you mean, Mitya? Ideas, ideas, thats all! Ethics! What is ethics? Ethics? asked Alyosha, wondering. Yes; is it a science? Yes, there is such a science but I confess I cant explain to you what sort of science it is. Rakitin knows. Rakitin knows a lot, damn him! Hes not going to be a monk. He means to go to Petersburg. There hell go in for criticism of an elevating tendency. Who knows, he may be of use and make his own career, too. Ough! they are first-rate, these people, at making a career! Damn ethics. I am done for, Alexey, I am, you man of God! I love you more than any one. It makes my heart yearn to look at you. Who was Karl Bernard? Karl Bernard? Alyosha was surprised again. No, not Karl. Stay, I made a mistake. Claude Bernard. What was he? Chemist or what? He must be a savant, answered Alyosha; but I confess I cant tell you much about him, either. Ive heard of him as a savant, but what sort I dont know. Well, damn him, then! I dont know either, swore Mitya. A scoundrel of some sort, most likely. They are all scoundrels. And Rakitin will make his way. Rakitin will get on anywhere; he is another Bernard. Ugh, these Bernards! They are all over the place. But what is the matter? Alyosha asked insistently. He wants to write an article about me, about my case, and so begin his literary career. Thats what he comes for; he said so himself. He wants to prove some theory. He wants to say he couldnt help murdering his father, he was corrupted by his environment, and so on. He explained it all to me. He is going to put in a tinge of Socialism, he says. But there, damn the fellow, he can put in a tinge, if he likes, I dont care. He cant bear Ivan, he hates him. Hes not fond of you, either. But I dont turn him out, for he is a clever fellow. Awfully conceited though. I said to him just now, the Karamazovs are not blackguards, but philosophers; for all true Russians are philosophers, and though youve studied, you are not a philosopheryou are a low fellow. He laughed, so maliciously. And I said to him, de ideabus non est disputandum. Isnt that rather good? I can set up for being a classic, you see! Mitya laughed suddenly. Why is it all over with you? You said so just now? Alyosha interposed. Why is it all over with me? Mm! The fact of it is if you take it as a whole, I am sorry to lose Godthats why it is. |
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