"Asforbeingarascal, waitalittle, GrigoryVassilyevitch," answeredSmerdyakovwithperfectcomposure."You'dbetterconsideryourselfthat, onceIamtakenprisonerbytheenemiesoftheChristianrace, andtheydemandfrommetocursethenameofGodandtorenouncemyholychristening, Iamfullyentitledtoactbymyownreason, sincetherewouldbenosininit."

"Butyou''," criedFyodorPavlovitch.

"Soup-maker!" mutteredGrigorycontemptuously.

"Asforbeingasoup-maker, waitabit, too, andconsiderforyourself, GrigoryVassilyevitch, , 'No, I'mnotaChristian, andIcursemytrueGod,' thenatonce, byGod'shighjudgment, Ibecomeimmediatelyandspeciallyanathemaaccursed, andamcutofffromtheHolyChurch, exactlyasthoughIwereaheathen, sothatatthatveryinstant, notonlywhenIsayitaloud, butwhenIthinkofsayingit, beforeaquarterofasecondhaspassed, , GrigoryVassilyevitch?"

HeaddressedGrigorywithobvioussatisfaction, thoughhewasreallyansweringFyodorPavlovitch'squestions, andwaswellawareofit, andintentionallypretendingthatGrigoryhadaskedthequestions.

"Ivan," criedFyodorPavlovitchsuddenly, "'."

Ivanlistenedwithperfectseriousnesstohisfather'sexcitedwhisper.

"Stay, Smerdyakov, bequietaminute," criedFyodorPavlovitchoncemore."Ivan, yourearagain."

Ivanbentdownagainwithaperfectlygraveface.

"'tthinkIdon'?"

"Yes.—Butyou'reratherdrunkyourself," thoughtIvan, lookingsteadilyathisfather.

HewaswatchingSmerdyakovwithgreatcuriosity.

"You'reanathemaaccursed, asitis," Grigorysuddenlyburstout, "andhowdareyouargue, yourascal, afterthat, if—"