Tirade Vautrin

for me all men's rights are equivalent—and vive la guerre éternelle—until the New Jerusalem, of course!”[lxxviii] “So you still believe in the New Jerusalem?” “I believe,” Raskolnikov answered firmly; saying this, as throughout his whole tirade, he looked at the ground, having picked out a certain spot on the carpet. “And...and...and do you also believe in God? Excuse me for being so curious.” “I believe,” Raskolnikov repeated, looking up at Porfiry. “And...and do you believe