"Nikolay Stavrogin cannot lie to Shatov, who struck him in the face.

Tell me everything, and if it's true I'll kill you, here, on the spot!" "I did talk like that, but it was not I who outraged children," Stavrogin brought out, after a silence that lasted too long.

He turned pale and his eyes gleamed.
"But you talked like that," Shatov went on imperiously, keeping his flashing eyes fastened upon him.

"Is it true that you declared that you saw no distinction in beauty between some brutal obscene action and any great exploit, even the sacrifice of life for the good of humanity?
Is it true that you have found identical beauty, equal enjoyment, in both extremes ?" "It's impossible to answer like this....

I won't answer," muttered Stavrogin, who might well have got up and gone away, but who did not get up and go away.
"I don't know either why evil is hateful and good is beautiful, but I know why the sense of that distinction is effaced and lost in people like the Stavrogins," Shatov persisted, trembling all over.