{"id":"01KFE0JG0GTQEB526KH1CH4GBZ","cid":"bafkreieky6pow6pdfmffqqwdntk4p4qduk7tkfjybhfxjb5gifphovhrju","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihrqozymbznyjbars25ipzs5dd56tx2ivbz5fkurw64or2w6vmnjq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0328.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923151895-lx8gkdr125","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0328.jpg","page_number":328,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":214760,"text":"320 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nphrase about his illness was still more out of place, \"in short,\nkindly examine me or let me go, at once. And if you must\nexamine me, do so in the proper form! I will not allow you to do\nso otherwise, and so meanwhile, good-bye, as we have evidently\nnothing to keep us now.\"\n\"Good heavens! What do you mean? What shall I question\nyou about?\" cackled Porfiry Petrovitch with a change of tone,\ninstantly leaving off laughing. \"Please don't disturb yourself,\"\nhe began fidgeting from place to place and fussily making Ras-\nkolnikov sit down. \"There's no hurry, there's no hurry, it's all\nnonsense. Oh, no, I'm very glad you've come to see me at last\n... I look upon you simply as a visitor. And as for my con-\nfounded laughter, please excuse it, Rodion Romanovitch.\nRodion Romanovitch? That is your name? . . . It's my nerves,\nyou tickled me so with your witty observation; I assure you,\nsometimes I shake with laughter like an india-rubber ball for\nhalf an hour at a time. . . . I'm often afraid of an attack of paral-\nysis. Do sit down. Please do, or I shall think you are angry ...\"\nRaskolnikov did not speak; he listened, watching him, still\nfrowning angrily. He did sit'Hown, but still held his cap.\n\"I must tell you one thing about myself, my dear Rodion\nRomanovitch,\" Porfiry Petrovitch continued, moving about the\nroom and again avoiding his visitor's eyes. \"You see, I'm a\nbachelor, a man of no consequence and not used to society; be-\nsides, Ihave nothing before me, I'm set, I'm running to seed and\n. . . and have you noticed, Rodion Romanovitch, that in our\nPetersburg circles, if two clever men meet who are not intimate,\nbut respect each other, like you and me, it takes them half an\nhour before they can find a subject for conversation — they are\ndumb, they sit opposite each other and feel awkward. Every\none has subjects of conversation, ladies for instance . . . people\nin high society always have their subjects of conversation, c'est\nde rigueur, but people of the middle sort like us, thinking\npeople that is, are always tongue-tied and awkward. What is the\nreason of it? Whether it is the lack of public interest, or whether\nit is we are so honest we don't want to deceive one another,\nI don't know. What do you think? Do. put down your cap, it\nlooks as if you were just going, it makes me uncomfortable . . .\nI am so delighted . . .\"\nRaskolnikov put down his cap and continued listening in","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:32:31.895Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:32:32.576Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:32:33.536Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}