"YouareperhapsaMasonyourself!" brokesuddenlyfromAlyosha."Youdon'tbelieveinGod," headded, ."Howdoesyourpoemend?" heasked, suddenlylookingdown."Orwasittheend?"
", , , openedit, andsaidtoHim: 'Go, andcomenomore...comenotatall, never, never!' ."
"Andtheoldman?"
"Thekissglowsinhisheart, buttheoldmanadherestohisidea."
"Andyouwithhim, youtoo?" criedAlyosha, mournfully.
Ivanlaughed.
"Why, it'sallnonsense, 'sonlyasenselesspoemofasenselessstudent, ? Surelyyoudon'tsupposeIamgoingstraightofftotheJesuits, tojointhemenwhoarecorrectingHiswork? GoodLord, it', allIwantistoliveontothirty, andthen...dashthecuptotheground!"
"Butthelittlestickyleaves, andtheprecioustombs, andthebluesky, andthewomanyoulove! Howwillyoulive, howwillyoulovethem?" Alyoshacriedsorrowfully."Withsuchahellinyourheartandyourhead, howcanyou? No, that'sjustwhatyouaregoingawayfor, tojointhem...ifnot, youwillkillyourself, youcan'tendureit!"
"Thereisastrengthtoendureeverything," Ivansaidwithacoldsmile.
"Whatstrength?"
"ThestrengthoftheKaramazovs—thestrengthoftheKaramazovbaseness."
"Tosinkintodebauchery, tostifleyoursoulwithcorruption, yes?"
"Possiblyeventhat...onlyperhapstillIamthirtyIshallescapeit, andthen—"
"Howwillyouescapeit? Bywhatwillyouescapeit? That'simpossiblewithyourideas."
"IntheKaramazovway, again."
" 'Everythingislawful,' youmean? Everythingislawful, isthatit?"
