> Drunken degenerates say limpid and beautiful things. Such as drunkard Marmeladov (soon to be run over by a horse carriage) in a tavern, to Raskalnikov: “May

> Drunken degenerates say limpid and beautiful things. Such as drunkard Marmeladov (soon to be run over by a horse carriage) in a tavern, to Raskalnikov: “May I venture, honoured sir, to engage you in polite conversation? Forasmuch as, though your exterior would not command respect, my experience admonishes me that you are a man of education and not accustomed to drinking. I have always respected education when in conjunction with genuine sentiments, and I am besides a titular counsellor in rank. Marmeladov—such is my name; titular counsellor. I make bold to inquire—have you been in the service?”