{"id":"01KFE0GJJM0HCXP1VEWXGWNVWY","cid":"bafkreidus5huuxllxujdohdrgqd2zh3qh2xvppt3shwxyk6m7pnpbubtiy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreie3xoxmpdtejxnzzyzpjeagl66sujpxzlco4r4hfrass6jlkugi3e","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0517.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923089181-0drjth63ckgo","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0517.jpg","page_number":517,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":205902,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 509\nshame and disgrace. But he judged himself severely, and his ex-\nasperated conscience found no particularly terrible fault in his\npast, except a simple blunder which might happen to any one.\nHe was ashamed just because he, Raskolnikov, had so hope-\nlessly, stupidly come to grief through some decree of blind fate,\nand must humble himself and submit to \"the idiocy\" of a sen-\ntence, ifhe were anyhow to be at peace.\nVague and objectless anxiety in the present, and in the future\na continual sacrifice leading to nothing — that was all that lay\nbefore him. And what comfort was it to him that at the end of\neight years he would only be thirty-two and able to begin a\nnew life! What had he to live for? What had he to look for-\nward to? Why should he strive? To live in order to exist? Why,\nhe had been ready a thousand times before to give up existence\nfor the sake of an idea, for a hope, even for a fancy. Mere exist-\nence had always been too little for him; he had always wanted\nmore. Perhaps it was just because of the strength of his desires\nthat he had thought himself a man to whom more was per-\nmissible than to others.\nAnd if only fate would have sent him repentance — burning\nrepentance that would have torn his heart and robbed him of\nsleep, that repentance, the awful agony of which brings visions\nof hanging or drowning! Oh, he would have been glad of it!\nTears and agorues would at least have been life. But he did not\nrepent of his crime.\nAt least he might have found relief in raging at his stupidity,\nas he had raged at the grotesque blunders that had brought him\nto prison. But now in prison, in freedom, he thought over and\ncriticised all his actions again and by no means found them so\nblundering and so grotesque as they had seemed at the fatal\ntime.\n\"In what way,\" he asked himself, \"was my theory stupider\nthan others that have swarmed and clashed from the beginning\nof the world? One has only to look at the thing quite inde-\npendently, broadly, and uninfluenced by commonplace ideas,\nand my idea will by no means seem so . . . strange. Oh, sceptics\nand halfpenny philosophers, why do you halt half-way!\"\n\"Why does my action strike them as so horrible?\" he said to\nhimself. \"Is it because it was a crime? What is meant by crime?\nMy conscience is at rest. Of course, it was a legal crime, of","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.181Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.736Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:30.934Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}