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- 252 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"If he has a conscience he will suffer for his mistake. That will
be his punishment — as well as the prison."
"But the real geniuses," asked Razumihin frowning, "those
who have the right to murder? Oughtn't, they to suffer at all
even for the blood they've shed?"
"Why the word ought? It's not a matter of permission or
prohibition. He will suffer if he is sorry for his victim. Pain and
suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep
heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness
on earth," he added dreamily, not in the tone of the conversa-tion.
He raised his eyes, looked earnestly at them all, smiled, and
took his cap. He was too quiet by comparison with his manner
at his entrance, and he felt this. Every one got up.
"Well, you may abuse me, be angry with me if you like,"
Porfiry Petrovitch began again, "but I can't resist. Allow me
one little question (I know I am troubling you) . There is just
one little notion I want to express, simply that I may not forget
it.""Very good, tell me your little notion," Raskolnikov stood
wraiting, pale and grave before him.
"Well, you see ... I really don't know how to express it
properly. . . . It's a playful, psychological idea. . . . When you
were writing your article, surely you couldn't have helped, he-
he, fancying yourself . . . just a little, an 'extraordinary' man,
uttering a new word in your sense. . . . That's so, isn't it?"
"Quite possibly," Raskolnikov answered contemptuously.Razumihin made a movement.
"And, if so, could you bring yourself in case of worldly diffi-
culties and hardship or for some service to humanity — to over-
step obstacles? . . . For instance, to rob and murder?"
And again he winked with his left eye, and laughed noiselessly
just as before.
"If I did I certainly should not tell you," Raskolnikov an-
swered with defiant and haughty contempt.
"No, I was only interested on account of your article, from a
literary point of view ..."
"Foo, how obvious and insolent that is," Raskolnikov thought
with repulsion.
"Allow me to observe," he answered drily, "that I don't con-
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