| PART I
2. CHAPTER II
 (continued)"What a stupid thing I've done," he thought to himself, "they have
 Sonia and I want it myself." But reflecting that it would be
 impossible to take it back now and that in any case he would not have
 taken it, he dismissed it with a wave of his hand and went back to his
 lodging. "Sonia wants pomatum too," he said as he walked along the
 street, and he laughed malignantly--"such smartness costs money. . . .
 Hm! And maybe Sonia herself will be bankrupt to-day, for there is
 always a risk, hunting big game . . . digging for gold . . . then they
 would all be without a crust to-morrow except for my money. Hurrah for
 Sonia! What a mine they've dug there! And they're making the most of
 it! Yes, they are making the most of it! They've wept over it and
 grown used to it. Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!" He sank into thought. "And what if I am wrong," he cried suddenly after a moment's thought.
 "What if man is not really a scoundrel, man in general, I mean, the
 whole race of mankind--then all the rest is prejudice, simply
 artificial terrors and there are no barriers and it's all as it should
 be." |