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- 26 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
wept over it and grown used to it. Man grows used to every-
thing, the scoundrel!"
He sank into thought.
"And what if I am wrong," he cried suddenly after a mo-
ment's thought. "What if man is not really a scoundrel, man in
general, I mean, the whole race of mankind — then all the rest
is prejudice, simply artificial terrors and there are no barriers
and it's all as it should be."
CHAPTER in
He waked up late next day after a broken sleep. But his sleep
had not refreshed him; he waked up bilious, irritable, ill-tem-
pered, and looked with hatred at his room. It was a tiny cup-
board of a room about six paces in length. It had a poverty-
stricken appearance with its dusty yellow paper peeling oflf the
walls, and it was so low-pitched that a man of more than aver-
age height was ill at ease in it and felt every moment that he
would knock his head against the ceiling. The furniture was in
keeping with the room: there were three old chairs, rather
rickety; a painted table in the corner on which lay a few manu-
scripts and books; the dust that lay thick upon them showed
that they had been long untouched. A big clumsy sofa occupied
almost the whole of one wall and half the floor space of the
room; it was once covered with chintz, but was now in rags
and served Raskolnikov as a bed. Often he went to sleep on it,
as he was, without undressing, without sheets, wrapped in his
old student's overcoat, with his head on one little pillow, under
which he heaped up all the linen he had, clean and dirty, by
way of a bolster. A little table stood in front of the sofa.
It would have been difficult to sink to a lower ebb of dis-
order, but to Raskolnikov in his present state of mind this was
positively agreeable. He had got completely away from every
one, like a tortoise in its shell, and even the sight of the servant
girl who had to wait upon him and looked sometimes into his
room made him writhe with nervous irritation. He was in the
condition that overtakes some monomaniacs entirely concen-
trated upon one thing. His landlady had for the last fortnight
given up sending him in meals, and he had not yet thought of
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