{"id":"01KFE0HEMKX7W29WYTGQAEQ418","cid":"bafkreigl3afgkyfasylrdyinmwqos4m6hliuixtoemqjtp62wb736kwhyy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiewo22ygzkbtwjv324l4o42nmveydca2jw2oduuzjhnjhi55pztam","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0283.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923112757-zakvqec6ff","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0283.jpg","page_number":283,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":198018,"text":"I\nCRIME AND PUNISHMENT 275\n\"No, I won't believe it!\" Raskolnikov cried, with positive\nanger.\n\"What do people generally say?\" muttered Svidrigailov,\nas though speaking to himself, looking aside and bowing his\nhead: \"They say, 'You are ill, so what appears to you is only\nunreal fantasy.' But that's not strictly logical. I agree that\nghosts only appear to the sick, but that only proves that the\nare unable to appear except to the sick, not that they dot\"\n.exist.\"\n\"Nothing of the sort,\" Raskolnikov insisted irritably.\n\"No? You don't think so?\" Svidrigailov went on, looking\nat him deliberately. \"But what do you say to this argument\n(help me with it) : ghosts are as it were shreds and fragments\nof other worlds, the beginning of them. A man in health has,\nof course, no reason to see them, because he is above all a man\nof this earth and is bound for the sake of completeness and\norder to live only in this life. But as soon as one is ill, as soon\nas the normal earthly order of the organism is broken, one\nbegins to realise the possibility of another world; and the more\nseriously ill one is, the closer becomes one's contact with that\nother world, so that as soon as the man dies he steps straight\ninto that world. I thought of that long ago. If you believe in a\nfutvu-e life, you could believe in that, too.\"\n\"I don't believe in a future life,\" said Raskolnikov.\nSvidrigailov sat lost in thought.\n\"And what if there are only spiders there, or something of\nthat sort,\" he said suddenly.\n\"He is a madman,\" thought Raskolnikov.\n\"We always imagine eternity as something beyond our con-\nception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead\nof all that, what if it's one little room, like a bathhouse in the\ncountry, black and grimy and spiders in every corner, and that's\nall eternity is? I sometimes fancy it like that.\"\n\"Can it be you can imagine nothing juster and more comfort-\ning than that?\" Raskolnikov cried, with a feeling of anguish.\n\"Juster? And how can we tell, perhaps that is just, and do\nyou know it's what I would certainly have made it,\" answered\nSvidrigailov, with a vague smile.\nThis horrible answer sent a cold chill through Raskolnikov.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:52.757Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:58.301Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:59.457Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}