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Yazar: Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Of all the lice I picked out the most useless one and proposed to
take from her only as much as I needed for the first step, no
more nor less (so the rest would have gone to a monastery,
according to her will, ha-ha!). And what shows that I am utterly
a louse," he added, grinding his teeth, "is that I am perhaps
viler and more loathsome than the louse I killed, and _I felt
beforehand that I should tell myself so after_ killing her. Can
anything be compared with the horror of that? The vulgarity! The
abjectness! I understand the 'prophet' with his sabre, on his
steed: Allah commands and 'trembling' creation must obey! The
'prophet' is right, he is right when he sets a battery across the
street and blows up the innocent and the guilty without deigning
to explain! It's for you to obey, trembling creation, and not to
have desires, for that's not for you!... I shall never, never
forgive the old woman!"

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