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"
By
reading
the
Apocalypse
.
The
lady
has
a
restless
imagination
,
he-he
!
She
has
a
liking
for
conversation
on
serious
subjects
,
of
any
kind
;
in
fact
they
please
her
so
much
,
that
it
flatters
her
to
discuss
them
.
Now
for
fifteen
years
at
least
I
have
studied
the
Apocalypse
,
and
she
agrees
with
me
in
thinking
that
the
present
is
the
epoch
represented
by
the
third
horse
,
the
black
one
whose
rider
holds
a
measure
in
his
hand
.
It
seems
to
me
that
everything
is
ruled
by
measure
in
our
century
;
all
men
are
clamouring
for
their
rights
;
'
a
measure
of
wheat
for
a
penny
,
and
three
measures
of
barley
for
a
penny
.
'
But
,
added
to
this
,
men
desire
freedom
of
mind
and
body
,
a
pure
heart
,
a
healthy
life
,
and
all
God
's
good
gifts
.
Now
by
pleading
their
rights
alone
,
they
will
never
attain
all
this
,
so
the
white
horse
,
with
his
rider
Death
,
comes
next
,
and
is
followed
by
Hell
.
We
talked
about
this
matter
when
we
met
,
and
it
impressed
her
very
much
.
"
"
Do
you
believe
all
this
?
"
asked
Muishkin
,
looking
curiously
at
his
companion
.
"
I
both
believe
it
and
explain
it
.
I
am
but
a
poor
creature
,
a
beggar
,
an
atom
in
the
scale
of
humanity
.
Who
has
the
least
respect
for
Lebedeff
?
He
is
a
target
for
all
the
world
,
the
butt
of
any
fool
who
chooses
to
kick
him
.
But
in
interpreting
revelation
I
am
the
equal
of
anyone
,
great
as
he
may
be
!
Such
is
the
power
of
the
mind
and
the
spirit
.
I
have
made
a
lordly
personage
tremble
,
as
he
sat
in
his
armchair
...
only
by
talking
to
him
of
things
concerning
the
spirit
.
Two
years
ago
,
on
Easter
Eve
,
His
Excellency
Nil
Alexeyovitch
,
whose
subordinate
I
was
then
,
wished
to
hear
what
I
had
to
say
,
and
sent
a
message
by
Peter
Zakkaritch
to
ask
me
to
go
to
his
private
room
.
'
They
tell
me
you
expound
the
prophecies
relating
to
Antichrist
,
'
said
he
,
when
we
were
alone
.
'
Is
that
so
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
I
answered
unhesitatingly
,
and
I
began
to
give
some
comments
on
the
Apostle
's
allegorical
vision
.
At
first
he
smiled
,
but
when
we
reached
the
numerical
computations
and
correspondences
,
he
trembled
,
and
turned
pale
.
Then
he
begged
me
to
close
the
book
,
and
sent
me
away
,
promising
to
put
my
name
on
the
reward
list
.
That
took
place
as
I
said
on
the
eve
of
Easter
,
and
eight
days
later
his
soul
returned
to
God
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
It
is
the
truth
.
One
evening
after
dinner
he
stumbled
as
he
stepped
out
of
his
carriage
.
He
fell
,
and
struck
his
head
on
the
curb
,
and
died
immediately
.
He
was
seventy-three
years
of
age
,
and
had
a
red
face
,
and
white
hair
;
he
deluged
himself
with
scent
,
and
was
always
smiling
like
a
child
.
Peter
Zakkaritch
recalled
my
interview
with
him
,
and
said
,
'
you
foretold
his
death
.
"'
The
prince
rose
from
his
seat
,
and
Lebedeff
,
surprised
to
see
his
guest
preparing
to
go
so
soon
,
remarked
:
"
You
are
not
interested
?
"
in
a
respectful
tone
.
"
I
am
not
very
well
,
and
my
head
aches
.
Doubtless
the
effect
of
the
journey
,
"
replied
the
prince
,
frowning
.
"
You
should
go
into
the
country
,
"
said
Lebedeff
timidly
.
