"Waitabit.I'llhaveonemore, andthenanother, andthenI', stay, , andhetoldme: 'There'snothingwelikesomuchassentencinggirlstobethrashed, , , too,' 'sasetofdeSadesforyou! Butit'sclever, , eh? Alyosha, areyoublushing? Don'tbebashful, child.I'msorryIdidn'tstaytodinnerattheSuperior', don', ifHeexists, then, ofcourse, I'mtoblame, 'taGodatall, whatdotheydeserve, yourfathers? It'snotenoughtocuttheirheadsoff, , Ivan, thatthatlaceratesmysentiments? No, youdon', thatI', doyoubelievethatI'mnothingbutabuffoon?"
"No, Idon'tbelieveit."
"AndIbelieveyoudon't, 'ssupercilious....I'dmakeanendofyourmonks, though, allthesame.I'dtakeallthatmysticstuffandsuppressit, onceforall, alloverRussia, !"
"Butwhysuppressit?" askedIvan.
"'swhy."
"Well, ifTruthweretoprevail, youknow, you'dbethefirsttoberobbedandsuppressed."
"Ah! Idaresayyou', I'manass!" burstoutFyodorPavlovitch, strikinghimselflightlyontheforehead."Well, yourmonasterymaystandthen, Alyosha, ifthat', Ivan, , speak, isthereaGodornot? Stay, speakthetruth, ?"
"I'mlaughingthatyoushouldhavemadeacleverremarkjustnowaboutSmerdyakov'sbeliefintheexistenceoftwosaintswhocouldmovemountains."
"Why, amIlikehimnow, then?"
"Verymuch."
"Well, thatshowsI'maRussian, too, , ? WhatdoyoubetthatI', allthesame, isthereaGod, ornot? Only, ."
"No, thereisnoGod."
"Alyosha, isthereaGod?"
"Thereis."
"Ivan, andisthereimmortalityofsomesort, justalittle, justatinybit?"
"Thereisnoimmortalityeither."
"Noneatall?"
"Noneatall."
"There'? Anythingisbetterthannothing!"
"Absolutenothingness."
