What are the sea, the storm, the rocks, the splinters of wrecked ships to you?
I have described all that sufficiently to you with my mighty pen.

Why look at that drowned woman with the dead child in her dead arms?
Look rather at me, see how I was unable to bear that sight and turned away from it.

Here I stood with my back to it; here I was horrified and could not bring myself to look; I blinked my eyes--isn't that interesting ?" When I told Stepan Trofimovitch my opinion of Karmazinov's article he quite agreed with me.
When rumours had reached us of late that Karmazinov was coming to the neighbourhood I was, of course, very eager to see him, and, if possible, to make his acquaintance.

I knew that this might be done through Stepan Trofimovitch, they had once been friends.

And now I suddenly met him at the cross-roads.