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He began calmly, gloating beforehand over the venomous phrases he

was about to utter, but finished, panting for breath, in a

frenzy, as he had been with Luzhin.

Razumihin stood a moment, thought and let his hand drop.

"Well, go to hell then," he said gently and thoughtfully. "Stay,"

he roared, as Raskolnikov was about to move. "Listen to me. Let

me tell you, that you are all a set of babbling, posing idiots!

If you've any little trouble you brood over it like a hen over an

egg. And you are plagiarists even in that! There isn't a sign of

independent life in you! You are made of spermaceti ointment and

you've lymph in your veins instead of blood. I don't believe in

anyone of you! In any circumstances the first thing for all of

you is to be unlike a human being! Stop!" he cried with redoubled

fury, noticing that Raskolnikov was again making a

movement--"hear me out! You know I'm having a house-warming this

evening, I dare say they've arrived by now, but I left my uncle

there--I just ran in--to receive the guests. And if you weren't a

fool, a common fool, a perfect fool, if you were an original

instead of a translation...