{"id":"01KFE0JFZ217CCCQ8PZD5AE5C3","cid":"bafkreiaw2drtefiz5diwfojqp34rzud6z2hyt3hhjnps2zh4ereul4s46m","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihabdjev746k75e36insuvkpw23duk35jbzscz6mkllv4ww7a5qra","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0332.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923151896-0a1r4to2z8lr","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0332.jpg","page_number":332,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":217692,"text":"324 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\npsychologically unable to escape me, he-he! What an expression!\nThrough a law of nature he can't escape me if he had anywhere\nto go. Have you seen a butterfly round a candle? That's how\nhe will keep circling and circling round me. Freedom will lose\nits attractions. He'll begin to brood, he'll weave a tangle round\nhimself, he'll worry himself to death! What's more he will pro-\nvide me with a mathematical proof — if I only give him long\nenough interval. . . . And he'll keep circling round me, getting\nnearer and nearer and then — flop! He'll fly straight into my\nmouth and I'll swallow him, and that will be very amusing,\nhe-he-he! You don't believe me?\"\nRaskolnikov made no reply; he sat pale and motionless, still\ngazing with the same intensity into Porfiry's face.\n\"It's a lesson,\" he thought, turning cold. \"This is beyond the\ncat playing with a mouse, like yesterday. He can't be showing\noff his power with no motive . . . prompting me; he is far too\nclever for that ... he must have another object. What is it? It's\nall nonsense, my friend, you are pretending, to scare me! You've\nno proofs and the man I saw had no real existence. You simply\nwant to make me lose my head, to work me up beforehand and\nso to crush me. But you are wrong, you won't do it! But why\ngive me sucK a hint? Is he reckoning on my shattered nerves?\nNo, my friend, you are wrong, you won't do it even though you\nhave some trap for me ... let us see what you have in store\nfor me.\"And he braced himself to face a terrible and unknown ordeal.\nAt times he longed to fall on Porfiry and strangle him. This\nanger was what he dreaded from the beginning. He felt that his\nparched lips were flecked with foam, his heart was throbbing.\nBut he was still determined not to speak till the right moment.\nHe realised that this was the best policy in his position, because\ninstead of saying too much he would be irritating his enemy by\nhis silence and provoking him into speaking too freely. Anyhow,\nthis was what he hoped for.\n\"No, I see you don't believe me, you think I am playing a\nharmless joke on you,\" Porfiry began again, getting more and\n\"more lively, chuckling at every instant and again pacing round\nthe room. \"And to be sure you're right: God has given me a\nfigure that can awaken none but comic ideas in other people;\na buffoon; but let me tell you and I repeat it, excuse an old man,","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:32:31.896Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:32:32.555Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:32:33.498Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}