He began calmly, gloating beforehand over the venomous phrases he

was about to utter, but finished, panting for breath, in a frenzy,

Razumihin stood a moment, thought and let his hand drop.

"Well, go to hell then," he said gently and thoughtfully. "Stay," he

roared, as Raskolnikov was about to move. "Listen to me. Let me tell

you, that you are all a set of babbling, posing idiots! If you've

any little trouble you brood over it like a hen over an egg. And you

are plagiarists even in that! There isn't a sign of independent life