{"id":"01KFE0G1ZH8ZHVNY0EZE65QBAY","cid":"bafkreicksuzmqt2d3vtugmuyn4el3ozl6eayj53brywjth7hevpwqb4eni","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreigl4pq7iecqsmuqfogiuhuwa5agzyi7hqsz7s7rbxk5ldfgl2p53y","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0451.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071969-v1g9hg8emu","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0451.jpg","page_number":451,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":187937,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 443\nlosophy. I confess that I hastened here for the sake of the\nwomen.\"\n\"As soon as you buried Marfa Petrovna?\"\n\"Quite so,\" Svidrigai'lov smiled with engaging candour.\n''WTiat of it? You seem to find something wrong in my speak-\ning Uke that about women?\"\n\"You ask whether I find anything wrong in vice?\"\n\"Vice! Oh, that's what you are after! But I'll answer you in\norder, first about women in general; you know I am fond of\ntalking. Tell me, what should I restrain myself for? \"Wliy\nshould I give up women, since I have a passion for them? It's\nan occupation, anyway.\"\n\"So you hope for nothing here but vice?\"\n\"Oh, very well, for vice then. You insist on its being vict.\nBut anyway I like a direct question. In this vice at least there\nis something permanent, founded indeed upon nature and not\ndependent on fantasy, something present in the blood like an\never-burning ember, for ever setting one on fire and maybe, not\nto be quickly extinguished, even with years. You'll agree it's an\noccupation of a sort.\"\n\"That's nothing to rejoice at, it's a disease and a dangerous\none.\"\n\"Oh, that's what you think, is it? I agree, that it is a disease\nlike everything that exceeds moderation. And, of course, in this\none must exceed moderation. But in the first place, everybody\ndoes so in one way or another, and in the second place, of course,\none ought to be moderate and prudent, however mean it may be,\nbut what am I to do? If I hadn't this, I might have to shoot\nmyself. I am ready to admit that a decent man ought to put up\n^ith being bored, but yet . . .\"\n\"And could you shoot yourself?\"\n\"Oh, come!\" Svidrigai'low parried with disgust. \"Please\ndon't speak of it,\" he added hurriedly and with none of the\nbragging tone he had shown in all the previous conversation.\nHis face quite changed. \"I admit it's an unpardonable weak-\nness, but I can't help it: I am afraid of death and I dislike its\nbeing talked of. Do you know that I am to a certain extent\na mystic?\"\n\"Ah, the apparitions of Marfa Petrovna! Do they still gc\non visiting you?\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.969Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.852Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:14.232Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}