Notwithstanding that a man walked beside him, he felt as though he were alone, straying in the dark.

And the darkness seized him and slowly drew him along, and he felt that he was drawn somewhere, and yet had no desire to stop.

Some sort of fatigue hindered his thinking; there was no desire in him to resist the admonitions of his companion--and why should he resist them?
"It isn't for everyone to philosophize," said Ookhtishchev, swinging his cane in the air, and somewhat carried away by his wisdom.

"For if everybody were to philosophize, who would live?
And we live but once! And therefore it were best to make haste to live.

By God! That's true! But what's the use of talking?
Would you permit me to give you a shaking up?
Let's go immediately to a pleasure-house I know.