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- 400 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"She has certainly gone mad!" he said to Raskolnikov, as
they went out into the street. "I didn't want to frighten Sofya
Semyonovna, so I said 'it seemed Uke it,' but there isn't a doubt
of it. They say that in consumption, the tubercles sometimes
occur in the brain; it's a pity I know nothing of medicine. I
did try to persuade her, but she wouldn't listen."
"Did you talk to her about the tubercles?"
"Not precisely of the tubercles. Besides, she wouldn't have
understood! But what I say is, that if you convince a person
logically that he has nothing to cry about, he'll stop crying.
That's clear. Is it your conviction that he won't?"
"Life would be too easy if it were so," answered Raskolnikov.
"Excuse me, excuse me; of course it would be rather diflS-
cult for Katerina Ivanovna to understand, but do you know
that in Paris they have been conducting serious experiments as
to the possibility of curing the insane, simply by logical argu-
ment? One professor there, a scientific man of standing, lately
dead, believed in the possibility of such treatment. His idea
was that there's nothing really wrong with the physical organ-
ism of the insane, and that insanity is, so to say, a logical mistake,
an error of judgment, an incorrect view of things. He gradu-
ally showed the madman his error and, would you believe it, they
say he was successful? But as he made use of douches too, how
far success was due to that treatment remains uncertain. ... So
it seems at least."
Raskolnikov had long ceased to listen. Reaching the house
where he lived, he nodded to Lebeziatnikov and went in at the
gate. Lebeziatnikov woke up with a start, looked about him and
huTied on.
Raskolnikov went into his little room and stood still in the
middle of it. Why had he come back here? He looked at the
yellow and tattered paper, at the dust, at his sofa. . . . From
the yard came a loud continuous knocking; some one seemed to
be hammering. . . He went to the window, rose on tiptoe and
looked out into the yard for a long time with an air of absorbed
attention. But the yard was empty and he could not see who
was hammering. In the house on the left he saw some open
windows; on the window-sills were pots of sickly-looking
geraniums. Linen was hung out of the windows . . . He knew
it all by heart. He turned away and sat down on the sofa.
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