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"'Where is it,' thought Raskolnikov as he walked on, 'where is it I was reading somebody condemned to death said or thought an hour before his death that if he had to live somewhere on a crag, on a cliff, on a narrow ledge where his two feet could hardly stand, and all around him there'd be the abyss, the ocean, everlasting darkness, ever-lasting solitude, and an everlasting storm, and he had to remain like that - standing on a square yard of space - all his life, a thousand years, an eternity, it would still be better to live like that than die at the moment. To live and to live and to live and to live! No matter how you live, if only to live! How true that is! God, how true! What a scoundrel man is! And he's a scoundrel who calls him a scoundrel for that,' he added a minute later."