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"You see, I know he can't bear me, nor anyone else, even you, though you fancy that he has a high opinion of you.Worse still with Alyosha, he despises Alyosha.But he doesn't steal, that's one thing, and he's not a gossip, he holds his tongue, and doesn't wash our dirty linen in public.He makes capital fish pasties too.But, damn him, is he worth talking about so much?""Of course he isn't."

"And as for the ideas he may be hatching, the Russian peasant, generally speaking, needs thrashing.That I've always maintained.

Our peasants are swindlers, and don't deserve to be pitied, and it's a good thing they're still flogged sometimes.Russia is rich in birches.

If they destroyed the forests, it would be the ruin of Russia.I stand up for the clever people.We've left off thrashing the peasants, we've grown so clever, but they go on thrashing themselves.And a good thing too.'For with what measure ye mete it shall be measured to you again,' or how does it go? Anyhow, it will be measured.But Russia's all swinishness.My dear, if you only knew how I hate Russia....

That is, not Russia, but all this vice! But maybe I mean Russia.

Tout cela c'est de la cochonnerie....* Do you know what I like? I like wit."* All this is filthiness.

"You've had another glass.That's enough.""Wait a bit.I'll have one more, and then another, and then I'll stop.No, stay, you interrupted me.At Mokroe I was talking to an old man, and he told me: 'There's nothing we like so much as sentencing girls to be thrashed, and we always give the lads the job of thrashing them.And the girl he has thrashed to-day, the young man will ask in marriage to-morrow.So it quite suits the girls, too,'

he said.There's a set of de Sades for you! But it's clever, anyway.

Shall we go over and have a look at it, eh? Alyosha, are you blushing?

Don't be bashful, child.I'm sorry I didn't stay to dinner at the Superior's and tell the monks about the girls at Mokroe.Alyosha, don't be angry that I offended your Superior this morning.I lost my temper.If there is a God, if He exists, then, of course, I'm to blame, and I shall have to answer for it.But if there isn't a God at all, what do they deserve, your fathers? It's not enough to cut their heads off, for they keep back progress.Would you believe it, Ivan, that that lacerates my sentiments? No, you don't believe it as Isee from your eyes.You believe what people say, that I'm nothing but a buffoon.Alyosha, do you believe that I'm nothing but a buffoon?""No, I don't believe it."

"And I believe you don't, and that you speak the truth.You look sincere and you speak sincerely.But not Ivan.Ivan's supercilious....

I'd make an end of your monks, though, all the same.I'd take all that mystic stuff and suppress it, once for all, all over Russia, so as to bring all the fools to reason.And the gold and the silver that would flow into the mint!""But why suppress it?" asked Ivan.

"That Truth may prevail.That's why."

"Well, if Truth were to prevail, you know, you'd be the first to be robbed and suppressed.""Ah! I dare say you're right.Ah, I'm an ass!" burst out Fyodor Pavlovitch, striking himself lightly on the forehead."Well, your monastery may stand then, Alyosha, if that's how it is.And we clever people will sit snug and enjoy our brandy.You know, Ivan, it must have been so ordained by the Almighty Himself.Ivan, speak, is there a God or not? Stay, speak the truth, speak seriously.Why are you laughing again?""I'm laughing that you should have made a clever remark just now about Smerdyakov's belief in the existence of two saints who could move mountains.""Why, am I like him now, then?"

"Very much."

"Well, that shows I'm a Russian, too, and I have a Russian characteristic.And you may be caught in the same way, though you are a philosopher.Shall I catch you? What do you bet that I'll catch you to-morrow? Speak, all the same, is there a God, or not?

Only, be serious.I want you to be serious now.""No, there is no God."

"Alyosha, is there a God?"

"There is."

"Ivan, and is there immortality of some sort, just a little, just a tiny bit?""There is no immortality either."

"None at all?"

"None at all."

"There's absolute nothingness then.Perhaps there is just something? Anything is better than nothing!""Alyosha, is there immortality?"

"God and immortality?"

"God and immortality.In God is immortality.""H'm! It's more likely Ivan's right.Good Lord! to think what faith, what force of all kinds, man has lavished for nothing, on that dream, and for how many thousand years.Who is it laughing at man? Ivan For the last time, once for all, is there a God or not? Iask for the last time!"

"And for the last time there is not."

"Who is laughing at mankind, Ivan?"

"It must be the devil," said Ivan, smiling.

"And the devil? Does he exist?"

"No, there's no devil either."

"It's a pity.Damn it all, what wouldn't I do to the man who first invented God! Hanging on a bitter aspen tree would be too good for, him.""There would have been no civilisation if they hadn't invented God.""Wouldn't there have been? Without God?"

"No.And there would have been no brandy either.But I must take your brandy away from you, anyway.""Stop, stop, stop, dear boy, one more little glass.I've hurt Alyosha's feelings.You're not angry with me, Alyosha? My dear little Alexey!""No, I am not angry.I know your thoughts.Your heart is better than your head.""My heart better than my head, is it? Oh Lord! And that from you.Ivan, do you love Alyosha?""You must love him" (Fyodor Pavlovitch was by this time very drunk)."Listen, Alyosha, I was rude to your elder this morning.But Iwas excited.But there's wit in that elder, don't you think, Ivan?""Very likely."

"There is, there is.Il y a du Piron la-dedans.* He's a Jesuit, a Russian one, that is.As he's an honourable person there's a hidden indignation boiling within him at having to pretend and affect holiness."* There's something of Piron inside of him.

"But, of course, he believes in God."