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on . the . other . side . of . madnessOriginally uploaded by sesquipedalophobic‘I don’t believe in a future life,’ said RaskolnikovSvidrigailov sat lost in thought.‘And what if there are only spiders there, or something of that sort?’ he said suddenly.He is a madman, thought Raskolnikov‘We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead of that, what if it’s one little room, like a bathhouse in the country, black and grimy and spiders in every corner, and that’s all eternity is? I sometimes fancy it like that.’‘Can it be you can imagine nothing juster and more comforting than that?’ Raskolnikov cried, with a feeling of anguish.‘Juster. And how can we tell, perhaps that is just, and do you know it’s what I would certainly have made it,’ answered Svidrigailov, with a vague smile.This horrible answer sent a cold chill through Raskolnikov. Svidrigailov raised his head, looked at him, and suddenly began laughing.– Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment–better larger, on black