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- 160 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
He began calmly, gloating beforehand over the venomous
phrases he was about to utter, but finished, panting for breath,
in a frenzy, as he had been with Luzhin.
Razumihin stood a moment, thought and let his hand drop.
"Well, go to hell then," he said gently and thoughtfully.
"Stay," he roared, as Raskolnikov was about to move. "Listen
to me. Let me tell you, that you are all a set of babbling, posing
idiots! If you've any little trouble you brood over it like a hen
over an egg. And you are plagiarists even in that! There isn't a
sign of independent life in you! You are made of spermaceti
ointment and you've lymph in your veins instead of blood. I
don't believe in any one of you! In any circumstances the first
thing for all of you is to be unlike a human being! Stop!" he
cried with redoubled fury, noticing that Raskolnikov was again
making a movement — "hear me out! You know I'm having a
house-warming this evening, I dare say they've arrived by now,
but I left my uncle there — ^I just ran in — to receive the guests.
And if you weren't a fool, a common fool, a perfect fool, if you
were an original instead of a translation . . . you see, Rodya, I
recognise you're a clever fellow, but you're a fool! — and if you
weren't a fool you'd come round to me this evening instead of
wearing out your boots in the street! Since you have gone out,
there's no help for it! I'd give you a snug easy chair, my landlady
has one ... a cup of tea, company. . . . Or you could lie on the
sofa — any way you would be with us. . . . Zossimov will be there
too. Will you come?"
"No."
"R-rubbish!" Razumihin shouted, out of patience. "How
do you know? You can't answer for yourself! You don't know
anything about it. . . , Thousands of times I've fought tooth
and nail with people and run back to them afterwards. . . . One
feels ashamed and goes back to a man! So remember, Potchin-
kov's house on the third storey. ..."
"Why, Mr. Razumihin, I do believe you'd let anybody beat
you from sheer benevolence."
"Beat? Whom? Me? I'd twist his nose off at the mere idea!
Potchinkov's house, 47, Babushkin's flat. ..."
"I shall not come, Razumihin." Raskolnikov turned and
walked away.
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