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a canary, two grains a week. Hā€™m!ā ā€Šā ā€¦ Do you know that near one monastery thereā€™s a place outside the town where every baby knows there are none but ā€˜the monksā€™ wivesā€™ living, as they are called. Thirty women, I believe. I have been there myself. You know, itā€™s interesting in its own way, of course, as a variety. The worst of it is itā€™s awfully Russian. There are no French women there. Of course they could get them fast enough, they have plenty of money. If they get to hear of it theyā€™ll come along. Well, thereā€™s nothing of that sort here, no ā€˜monksā€™ wives,ā€™ and two hundred monks. Theyā€™re honest. They keep the fasts. I admit it.ā ā€Šā ā€¦ Hā€™m.ā ā€Šā ā€¦ So you want to be a monk? And do you know Iā€™m sorry to lose you, Alyosha; would you believe it, Iā€™ve really grown fond of you? Well, itā€™s a good opportunity. Youā€™ll pray for us sinners; we have sinned too much here. Iā€™ve always been thinking who would pray for me, and whether thereā€™s anyone in the world to do it. My dear boy, Iā€™m awfully stupid about that. You wouldnā€™t believe it. Awfully. You see, however stupid I am about it, I keep thinking, I keep thinkingā ā€”from time to time, of course, not all the while. Itā€™s impossible, I think, for the devils to forget to drag me down to hell with their hooks when I die. Then I wonderā ā€”hooks? Where would they get them? What of? Iron hooks? Where do they forge them? Have they a foundry there of some sort? The monks in the monastery probably believe that thereā€™s a ceiling in hell, for instance. Now Iā€™m ready to believe in hell, but without a ceiling. It makes it more refined, more enlightened, more Lutheran that is. And, after all, what does it matter whether it has a ceiling or hasnā€™t? But, do you know, thereā€™s a damnable question involved in it? If thereā€™s no ceiling there can be no hooks, and if there are no hooks it all breaks down, which is unlikely again, for then there would be none to drag me down to hell, and if they donā€™t drag me down what justice is there in the world? Il faudrait les inventer, those hooks, on purpose for me alone, for, if you only knew, Alyosha, what a blackguard I am.ā€

ā€œBut there are no hooks there,ā€ said Alyosha, looking gently and seriously at his father.

ā€œYes, yes, only the shadows of hooks, I know, I know. Thatā€™s how a Frenchman described hell: ā€˜Jā€™ai vu lā€™ombre dā€™un cocher qui avec lā€™ombre dā€™une brosse frottait lā€™ombre dā€™une carrosse.ā€™ How do you know there are no hooks, darling? When youā€™ve lived with the monks youā€™ll sing a different tune. But go and get at the truth there, and then come and tell me. Anyway itā€™s easier going to the other world if one knows what there is there. Besides, it will be more seemly for you with the monks than here with me, with a drunken old man and young harlotsā ā€Šā ā€¦ though youā€™re like an angel, nothing touches you. And I dare say nothing will touch you there. Thatā€™s why I let you go, because I hope for that. Youā€™ve got all your wits about you. You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again. And I will wait for you. I feel that youā€™re the only creature in the world who has not condemned me. My dear boy, I feel it, you know. I canā€™t help feeling it.ā€

And he even began blubbering. He was sentimental. He was wicked and sentimental.

V Elders

Some of my readers may imagine that my young man was a sickly, ecstatic, poorly developed creature, a pale, consumptive dreamer. On the contrary, Alyosha was at this time a well-grown, red-cheeked, clear-eyed lad of nineteen, radiant with health. He was very handsome, too, graceful, moderately tall, with hair of a dark brown, with a regular, rather long, oval-shaped face, and wide-set dark gray, shining eyes; he was very thoughtful, and apparently very serene. I shall be told, perhaps, that red cheeks are not incompatible with fanaticism and mysticism; but I fancy that Alyosha was more of a realist than anyone. Oh! no doubt, in the monastery he fully believed in miracles, but, to my thinking, miracles are never a stumbling-block to the realist. It is not miracles that dispose realists to belief. The genuine realist, if he is an unbeliever, will always find strength and ability to disbelieve in the miraculous, and if he is confronted with a miracle as an irrefutable fact he would rather disbelieve his own senses than admit the fact. Even if he admits it, he admits it as a fact of nature till then unrecognized by him. Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from faith. If the realist once believes, then he is bound by his very realism to admit the miraculous also. The Apostle Thomas said that he would not believe till he saw, but when he did see he said, ā€œMy Lord and my God!ā€ Was it the miracle forced him to believe? Most likely not, but he believed solely because he desired to believe and possibly he fully believed in his secret heart even when he said, ā€œI do not believe till I see.ā€

I shall be told, perhaps, that Alyosha was stupid, undeveloped, had not finished his studies, and so on. That he did not finish his studies is true, but to say that he was stupid or dull would be a great injustice. Iā€™ll simply repeat what I have said above. He entered upon this path only because, at that time, it alone struck his imagination and presented itself to him as offering an ideal means of escape for his soul from darkness to light. Add to that that he was to some extent a youth

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