"Because, inallprobabilityyoudon'tbelieveyourselfintheimmortalityofyoursoul, norinwhatyouhavewrittenyourselfinyourarticleonChurchjurisdiction."
"Perhapsyouareright!...ButIwasn'taltogetherjoking," Ivansuddenlyandstrangelyconfessed, flushingquickly.
"', , , inyourdespair, you, too, divertyourselfwithmagazinearticles, anddiscussionsinsociety, thoughyoudon'tbelieveyourownarguments, andwithanachingheartmockattheminwardly....Thatquestionyouhavenotanswered, anditisyourgreatgrief, foritclamorsforananswer."
"Butcanitbeansweredbyme? Answeredintheaffirmative?" Ivanwentonaskingstrangely, stilllookingattheelderwiththesameinexplicablesmile."Ifitcan'tbedecidedintheaffirmative, , ; ofthinkingandseekinghigherthings, , andmayGodblessyourpath."
, wentuptohim, receivedhisblessing, , whichwassosurprisingfromIvan, impressedeveryonebyitsstrangenessandacertainsolemnity, sothatallweresilentforamoment, andtherewasalookalmostofapprehensioninAlyosha'sface.ButMiüsovsuddenlyshruggedhisshoulders.AndatthesamemomentFyodorPavlovitchjumpedupfromhisseat.
"Mostpiousandholyelder," hecried, pointingtoIvan, "thatismyson, fleshofmyflesh, thedearestofmyflesh! HeismymostdutifulKarlMoor, sotospeak, whilethissonwhohasjustcomein, Dmitri, againstwhomIamseekingjusticefromyou, istheundutifulFranzMoor—theyarebothoutofSchiller'sRobbers, andsoIamthereigningCountvonMoor! Judgeandsaveus! Weneednotonlyyourprayersbutyourprophecies!"
