"They are incurable.

You can do nothing for me, I am beyond the pale of nature, I am a monster." "What do you say! Can you not return within nature's pale even if you _have_ gone beyond it?
One thing that I will not allow is that you should go and shut yourself up in that solitary little house of yours, where you madden yourself by brooding over the fall of your faith.

Come and spend your time with us, so that we may again give you some taste for life." Ah! the empty little house which awaited him! Pierre shivered at the thought of it, at the idea that he would now find himself all alone there, bereft of the brother with whom he had lately spent so many happy days.

Into what solitude and torment must he not now relapse after that companionship to which he had become accustomed?
However, the very thought of the latter increased his grief, and confession suddenly gushed from his lips: "To spend my time here, live with you, oh! no, that is an impossibility.

Why do you compel me to speak out, and tell you things that I am ashamed of and do not even understand.