{"id":"01KFE0DX1S1D3N7JX2VPFG27G3","cid":"bafkreih2btqjgpuha4kmpz53ovn4qtpmpl4ksup2zozgyl3juduktevi3e","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiceiekjiytm6442p5zqncx4voegdibw6croyupcga5p6aggnzx74q","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0210.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923001302-ants8p1jil6","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0210.jpg","page_number":210,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":202716,"text":"202 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nlike a dormouse. Zossimov gave orders that they shouldn't 'w^ke\nhim and promised to see him again about eleven.\n\"If he is still at home,\" he added. \"Damn it all! If one can't\ncontrol one's patients, how is one to cure them! Do you know\nwhether he will go to them, or whether they are coming here?\"\n\"They are coming, I think,\" said Razumihin, understanding\nthe object of the question, \"and they will discuss their family\naffairs, no doubt. I'll be off. You, as the doctor, have more right\nto be here than I.\"\n\"But I am not a father confessor; I shall come and go away;\nI've plenty to do besides looking after them.\"\n\"One thing worries me,\" interposed Razumihin, frowning.\n\"On the way home I talked a lot of drunken nonsense to him\n... all sort of things . . . and amongst them that you were afraid\nthat he . . . might become insane.\"\n\"You told the ladies so, too.\"\n\"I know it was stupid! You may beat me if you like! Did\nyou think so seriously?\"\n\"That's nonsense, I tell you, how could I think it seriously!\nYou, yourself, described him as a monomaniac when you fetched\nme to him . . . and we added fuel to the fire yesterday, you did,\nthat is, with your story about the painter; it was a nice con-\nversation, when he was, perhaps, mad on that very point! If\nonly I'd known what happened then at the police station and\nthat some wretch . . . had insulted him with this suspicion!\nHm ... I would not have allowed that conversation yesterday.\nThese monomaniacs will make a mountain out of a molehill\n. . . and see their fancies as solid realities. ... As far as I remem-\nber, itwas Zametov's story that cleared up half the mystery\nto my mind. Why, I know one case in which a hypochrondriac,\na man of forty, cut the throat of a little boy of eight, because\nhe couldn't endure the jokes he made every day at table! And\nin this case his rags, the insolent police officer, the fever and\nthis suspicion! All that working upon a man half frantic with\nhypochondria, and with his morbid exceptional vanity! That\nmay well have been the starting-point of illness. Well, bother\nit all! . . . And, by the way, that Zametov certainly is a nice\nfellow, but hm ... he shouldn't have told all that last night.\nHe is an awful chatterbox!\"\n\"But whom did he tell it to? You and me?\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:01.302Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFCZZ05FKVDDMJJV3YE9Q4WH","peer_label":"crimepunishment00dostiala.pdf","peer_type":"file","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:02.352Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:03.678Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}