Crime and Punishment

“Work …”

“What sort of work?”

“I am thinking,”

know too that drunkenness is not a virtue, and that that’s even truer. But beggary, honoured sir, beggary is a vice. In poverty you may still retain your innate nobility of soul, but in beggary—never—no one.

Well, when one has no one, nowhere else one can go! For every man must have somewhere to go. Since there are times when one absolutely must go somewhere!

He felt utterly broken: darkness and confusion were in his soul.

At these moments he would become conscious that his ideas were sometimes in a tangle

Why am I going there now? Am I capable of that? Is that serious? It is not serious at all. It’s simply a fantasy to amuse myself; a plaything! Yes, maybe it is a plaything.”

He had become so completely absorbed in himself, and isolated from his fellows that he dreaded meeting, not only his landlady, but anyone at all.

I am talking too much. It’s because I chatter that I do nothing. Or perhaps it is that I chatter because I do nothing

such a busy man that even his wedding has to be in post-haste, almost by express.

He was followed to the grave by a vast multitude of mourners, who “gave the hapless man the funeral of a king.”