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[fexnix]

on the JC view this thread has only 3999 answers

[fexnix]

yeah that´s answers not psots

[Fly04066814]

:( awww i missed it

[fexnix]

haha twas not much to see.

[fexnix]

just me turbo posting

[fexnix]

as usual

[Fly04066814]

should i buy c&c renegade ????

[fexnix]

whats that?

[subsonic87]

Aw, Fexnix, you suck! I wanted that 4000th post! Dangit. Now I have to wait for 5000 to come around...

[unitic]

This is My 100th post!!!

[manon1wheel]

wahooooo!!! nice guys we are up to 4000!

[theotherguy]

yipee!...



now for 5000

[manon1wheel]

o yes... keep post ing guys! =)

[arcane]

Howdy!!

[jagur]

would any one like some toast?

[digitalattrition]

Heck yes I would.

[jagur]

sorry, we are all out of toast.

[fexnix]

I have Toast.

[fexnix]

I think

[fexnix]

Only if i can have marmelade on mine.

[fexnix]

The new Harry Potter film is not that great....

[Fly04066814]

thats because its harry potter ;)

[Fly04066814]

Ive just ordered a game (renegade) and i reliesed after that i have no cd drive...

[Fly04066814]

so im gonna have to make a map for it while i wait...

[Fly04066814]

stupid sqweaky cd drive :mad:

[Fly04066814]

wich apperas to have a hole in under the lables...?

[fexnix]

a psot

[unitic]

I saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire last night. It was somewhat good. the dragons looked really real in the first task.

[babyivan]

I saw the Sarah Silverman movie "Jesus Is Magic" on Friday.....She is so HOT!!!!
and funny. I just dont think it's worth paying $10.75 American to go see it.
Im going to see "Walk The Line" on Wednesday right before Turkey Day, I heard it's really good!
My girlfriend is a big Harry Potter fan (YUCK!), she's going to see the Goblet movie with some friends of hers from work.

[fexnix]

I think i payed something like 12 american for seeing HP.
Crazy expensive, but I don´t go to a lot iof movies.

[jagur]

waiting for Aeon Flux

[babyivan]

waiting for Aeon Flux
My brother always loved the cartoon....he's kinda kinda worried that it's gonna suck.

[fexnix]

whats an fleux?

[babyivan]

whats an fleux?
EON FLUX is a cartoon that was created by MTV'S Oddites.....weird trippy and futuristic cartoon that was very much for adults.

[babyivan]

sorry for my spelling...it's AEON Flux...thank you!

[subsonic87]

Here's a good old-fashioned love song about a guy who falls in love with his parole officer:

Emptying out my pocket's things
Wonderin' why the caged bird sings
Charged with the same dang crime
Sentenced for the third dang time

I'm not innocent
I never said I was
But my lawyer doesn't have a tongue
Like Jesse Jackson does

But here inside this prison cell
I keep remembering
My parole officer
Was the purtiest thing

And I still know your number by heart
Even though you no longer play a part
Well I don't know if it's love or if I'm smart
But I still know your number by heart

Dreaming of the hours we spent
Sure beats breaking up cement
We were introduced by fate
Sort of like a first blind date

Our secret rendezvous
Set free this heart of mine
But I know that you'd follow me
Across the county line

And I've seen how drugs and alcohol
Can get your dander up
But for your assurance
I'd pee in any cup

And I still know your number by heart
Even though you no longer play a part
Well I don't know if it's love or if I'm smart
But I still know your number by heart

I saw a statue of a lady
And justice was her name
And I knew the balance that she held
Would some day tip my way

Some poet said that love's blind, too
But I could see its plan
'Cause that little job I pulled last year
Some day made me your man

I dream of breaking out
Your pull is so intense
The hounds of love
Keep barking through the fence

But I know in three to five
I'll need you even more
I pray my file
Comes knocking at your door

And I still know your number by heart
Even though you no longer play a part
Well I don't know if it's love or if I'm smart
But I still know your number by heart

[Fly04066814]

I think i payed something like 12 american for seeing HP.
Crazy expensive, but I don´t go to a lot iof movies.


i pay £3.50 to see movies :p

[jagur]

My brother always loved the cartoon....he's kinda kinda worried that it's gonna suck.
im acually waiting for the 3 disc dvd thats coming out tommorow but the movie looks good but im sure its will not even come close to the toon.

[chosen]

http://media.spikedhumor.com/3414/break-441.wmv

[chosen]

a pretty cool break vid (http://media.spikedhumor.com/3414/break-441.wmv)

[subsonic87]

im acually waiting for the 3 disc dvd thats coming out tommorow but the movie looks good but im sure its will not even come close to the toon.
Um, that's nice. She's really... lithe.
And skanky.

[subsonic87]

http://www.archive.org/download/jeanbaudin_mario/jeanbaudin_mario11.mov

[chosen]

testing (http://chosen.neptune.com/?selectedalbum_id=chosen207465&source_ui=ms40uw1#)

[unitic]

Hey Mario. Die....... -Bowser-

[DK]

http://myspace-845.vo.llnwd.net/00252/54/87/252267845_l.gif

oh yes

oh yes

oh yes

[jagur]

http://www.archive.org/download/jeanbaudin_mario/jeanbaudin_mario11.movthats cool, what did he say at the end?

[EightTicTacs]

Tac1: I must take over most replies!
Tac2: No, I personally like MR
Tac3: Mr. Who?
Tac4: No, MR as in most replies, dimwit!
Tac5: DEAD BY MOUTH
Tac6: DEAD BY MOUTH
Tac7: DEAD BY MOUTH
Tac8: DEAD BY MOUTH

[EightTicTacs]

Hey Mario. Die....... -Bowser-

Tac1: Ha, I could take you on!
Tac2: No you couldn't Sir Sissy Number1
Tac3: I don't think this is the place for descrimination because of your number
Tac4: DEAD BY MOUTH
Tac5: DEAD BY MOUTH
Tac6: DEAD BY MOUTH
Tac7: DEAD BY MOUTH
Tac8: DEAD BY MOUTH

[fexnix]

korv knarv knorv

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i

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have

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returned

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yay me

[subsonic87]

Hey, Fexnix, what does this mean: "Bra där FexNix håller till punkt och pricka med"? Someone gave me neutral rep (ha!) with that comment. I was wondering if you knew.

[fexnix]

It was my friend who were trying to give me +rep, but screwed up.

[fexnix]

"Bra där FexNix håller till punkt och pricka med"?

"Good there Fexnix, I totally agree with you"

[subsonic87]

Oh, OK. That makes sense. Also opens up some rather interesting possibilites if I can be mistaken for you Fexnix. I'm thinking of visiting the Fexnix World Bank, or something... ;)

[chosen]

fexnix do you pronounce it fex nicks or phee nicks. i usually read it like phoenix arizona. either way i give u a thumbs up
http://www.fotosearch.com/thumb/BDX/BDX117/bxp27067.jpg

[fexnix]

I pronounce it Fex Nicks.
My name is Felix and a friend called my fexnix one day. So I started using it on the internet.

[squeegy]

dfhkjhgjkghdjgh hi

[squeegy]

Hi everybody!

[unitic]

dfhkjhgjkghdjgh hi

What the heck does that mean squeegy!?!

[squeegy]

hey, your on here!

[squeegy]

[QUOTE]Quote:
Originally Posted by squeegy
dfhkjhgjkghdjgh hi

What the heck does that mean squeegy!?![QUOTE]

[squeegy]

quotes are cool...

[squeegy]

Originally Posted by squeegy
dfhkjhgjkghdjgh hi..

[squeegy]

Originally Posted by squeegy
dfhkjhgjkghdjgh hi...

[squeegy]

post:146

[squeegy]

Posts: 147

[squeegy]

Post:148

[squeegy]

Posts: 149

[squeegy]

Posts: 150!!!!!
150!!!!!

[JVTFm]

Post

[Tim]

Post post

[jagur]

hey Tim, where is that S.A.S.E i sent you?

[subsonic87]

C'mon, guys, let's not let this drop onto page two.

[benjaug]

Post...

[fexnix]

I give rep to everyone

[frogger]

post 35

[fexnix]

Im a rep giver

[frogger]

post 36

[frogger]

Hamster Dance

[frogger]

Katie wants a fastone

[frogger]

Soak up the sun

[frogger]

six days on the road

[frogger]

I wanna talk adout me

[chosen]

I give rep to everyone
good rep i hope?

[chosen]

man my next video is gonna be pretty cool. today i filmed a stand up glide, a pretty high speed downhill glide, koosh-koosh, unispin to seat drop, and stand up wheel walks in circles. yesterday i got a few skinnies on film and a little more bs for fillers. hopefully ill get it edited soon. o and fexnix where youuuuuuuuuu!?!?! come back to me!
chose N

[skate4flip]

hey how long did it take you to learn koosh koosh? Ive tried a little bit but i cant figure out that timing with liftin your foot up and stuff and how far back to push?

[chosen]

my advice is dont use the braking foot too much. let the wheel slide for longer than you feel comfortable with i guess. i guess im not much help.

[skate4flip]

have you tried stand up koosh koosh (stand up bwd wheel walk) at all. It doesnt seem like it would be too much harder then sitting down.

[forrestunifreak]

I can standupww backwards a little, but not sit down....

[chosen]

experience me high-def and close up.

http://www.unicyclist.com/gallery2/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&g2_itemId=164235&g2

[chosen]

this is a small pic of my giraffe. beautiful isnt it?

http://www.unicyclist.com/gallery2/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&g2_itemId=164267&g2_serialNumber=1&g2_GALLERYSID=02bb1339d1ae035b3ae0ffe7fd38c3c4

[chosen]

i made my 2nd movie and i have it saved to a link, but i dont know how to get it to my gallery. im new at that stuff so any help?

[fexnix]

I really want to go out and practise 360 unispin.
But I got school work to do!
On a frickin sunday"!

[chosen]

same, fexnix. i put off my project all thanksgiving weekend and what not. sucks but i have to do work for about 2 hrs on it today. who assigns a project in spanish. i have to do it on panama. sucks.
under the influence,
jonny

[fexnix]

I have something in spanish too. It´s like a test or somethin, I have to write 2 pages about a trip that I have made, problem is, I dont know how to write in spanish :P

[fexnix]

My second assignment is about enviroment and energy. Like, the USA uses all these fossil fuels and releases carbon dioxide inte the atmosphere and such.

[jagur]

Like, the USA uses all these fossil fuels and releases carbon dioxide inte the atmosphere and such.China is the real polluter...they burn computer monitors and other tech garbage 24/7

[Fly04066814]

Man: Do you find Two wheels more sexy than four?

Women: Yes.

Man: I ride a unicycle.

[subsonic87]

I have something in spanish too. It´s like a test or somethin, I have to write 2 pages about a trip that I have made, problem is, I dont know how to write in spanish :P
Un Viaje Bueno
por Fexnix

Un dia, mis amigos y yo fuimos con monociclos en un rastro de montaña. Hice algunas UPDs en un parte que fue muy dificil, y me rompió la cabeza. Mis amigos me tomaron al un hospitál, pero yo murió.


El Fin.

[chosen]

i finished my stupid project.

fexnix do u wanna have a comp? first one to land a 360 unispin, and post it. my uni is breaking right now but once i get my good one (hopefully at christmas) then i know ill be able to do it. im still gonna try though cuz i know i could do it.

jonny

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i am thankful for all of the poeple who added to my rep for my "yay me"(fexnix) and "returned" posts.

thank you.

[fexnix]

i finished my stupid project.

fexnix do u wanna have a comp? first one to land a 360 unispin, and post it. my uni is breaking right now but once i get my good one (hopefully at christmas) then i know ill be able to do it. im still gonna try though cuz i know i could do it.

jonny

Shure im always up to a comp, it makes me lerna stuff faster.
The thing is, it´s like 30 cm of snow here right now and it´s falling more as we speak. Makes no good condition for unispin practising.

Un Viaje Bueno
por Fexnix

Un dia, mis amigos y yo fuimos con monociclos en un rastro de montaña. Hice algunas UPDs en un parte que fue muy dificil, y me rompió la cabeza. Mis amigos me tomaron al un hospitál, pero yo murió.


El Fin.

That´s good, mora advanced than I ever could write. Only I´m supposed to write like two pages :(

[fexnix]

ooh. and my pedals came in the mail today.

[Fly04066814]

Having a smoking section in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming pool.

[fexnix]

In Sweden its forbidden to smoke in restaurants, they made a law about it this summer. It´s for the people working at the restaurants won´t get lung cancer by passive smoking.

[chosen]

man fexnix im clos to gettin my 360 unispin man. im hopin to land it, put it in my new (short) movie and post it within a few days. i lowered my seat so im less scared but still i know itll take a few days to get the courage to put my feet down. probably wear my 661's so i feel more confident.
jonny
ps-no snow here- today it was 75

[subsonic87]

Man, I finally got my sixsixone 4x4s today (had been using some old crappy knee guards), and I freakin' ordered them on the 13th! Well, I wish I had had them on Thursday, because since then, I have managed to chew up the backs of both my legs really bad. Ow.

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In Sweden its forbidden to smoke in restaurants, they made a law about it this summer. It´s for the people working at the restaurants won´t get lung cancer by passive smoking.

that is bull-s&!t. pen and teller did a show on that. out of 1,000,000 people not exposed to passive smoking, 10 people will die of lung cancer. out of 1,000,000 people exposed to passive smoking every day of their live 12.5 people will die of lung cancer

[fexnix]

I don´t smoke and I don´t like the smell of smoke that much either.
Since the smoking rule came, reastaurants is now much nicer and I enjoy eating dinner in a resataurant a lot more since I don´t have to bother with the disgusting smell of cigarettes. I can´t even imagine how relieved i would have been if I would work at a restaurant.

Ok, now we have been serius and tried to do some arguing. Who says wego back to turbo psoting?

[fexnix]

I do!

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i agree.

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oh forget it

[Fly04066814]

i took a photo today as soon as i find my lead ill show you it :D

[Fly04066814]

found the lead

[squeegy]

psot pots opst opts psto post...

[Fly04066814]

tis uploading to web :D

[Fly04066814]

nearly done

[subsonic87]

found the lead
What's a lead in that context? Is it some sort of Britishism?

[Fly04066814]

mmmm tis to big

[Fly04066814]

What's a lead in that context? Is it some sort of Britishism?

cable

[subsonic87]

cable
Ohhhhhhhhhh. That makes sense.

[Fly04066814]

lets try again :D

[Fly04066814]

http://img481.imageshack.us/img481/5209/sadmansmall0yp.th.jpg (http://img481.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sadmansmall0yp.jpg)

[Fly04066814]

Yay for uploading!

[Fly04066814]

Yay for TTOTMRMMMRRRTTTOTOOORROOOTTTMMMMRROOTT!!

[subsonic87]

Nice photo. Very artsy-like.

[the_last_spoonbender]

I agee,I think it is time to over throw most replys. :eek:

[the_last_spoonbender]

I agree, we should defenatly over throw most replys....they're poohead gaybes.

[the_last_spoonbender]

i apoligize fo da dubo post.....hehe :eek:

[subsonic87]

i apoligize fo da dubo post.....hehe :eek:
How about apologizing for the offensive juvenile insults? The people over at MR may be misguided, but they are still unicyclist brethren.

[the_last_spoonbender]

How about apologizing for the offensive juvenile insults? The people over at MR may be misguided, but they are still unicyclist brethren.
sorry, ill slit my wrists a couple times jus fo you my brother.....im sorry........jk.jk.jk.jk.
^^^3 cancel each otha out hahahaha
ow.....:) :rolleyes: :cool: :p ;) :D :confused: :o :eek: :(

[subsonic87]

sorry, ill slit my wrists a couple times jus fo you my brother.....im sorry........jk.jk.jk.jk.
^^^3 cancel each otha out hahahaha
ow.....:) :rolleyes: :cool: :p ;) :D :confused: :o :eek: :(
Good grief. Don't make me report you to Miss Ayelery.

By the way, can you actually ride a unicycle?

[Fly04066814]

im confused.

[subsonic87]

im confused.
This guy (http://unicyclist.com/forums/member.php?u=11257), who looks suspiciously like a troll, came in here dissing MR. I shut him down. Anyway, back to what we were talkin' about, I like you photo. Where'd you take it?

[the_last_spoonbender]

Good grief. Don't make me report you to Miss Ayelery.

By the way, can you actually ride a unicycle?
im sincerely sorry,and yes,i can ride a unicycle.,im a newbie though,.

btw-i threw in some commas so ya dont have ta report me.,

[subsonic87]

im sincerely sorry,and yes,i can ride a unicycle.,im a newbie though,.

btw-i threw in some commas so ya dont have ta report me.,
Naw, I'm just yankin' yer chain. Miss A is our resident English-major type that gets on people's cases about grammar and spelling ;) . I'm going to be her in a couple years, though (I'll more than likely pursue an English degree).

Oh, and welcome to unicyclist.com! I haven't been here that long myself, but I'm having fun.

[chosen]

somewhat get these nubs out of my thread. this end up take care of my lite work.

[fexnix]

should I continue doing my spanish?

[the_last_spoonbender]

somewhat get these nubs out of my thread. this end up take care of my lite work.
Sorry,ill gjet out:(

[the_last_spoonbender]

Come on guys, let's go! We can do this if we unite!!lets overthrow all the dang most repliers!!!!!

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dear mr. the_last_spoonbender and mr. subsonic87

your avatars are awesome

[Fly04066814]

Northampton england

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Northampton england


is that pronounced nort-hampton or north-ampton or north hampton?

[subsonic87]

dear mr. the_last_spoonbender and mr. subsonic87

your avatars are awesome
Thank you very much, Mr. End Up. When is somebody going to rent yours? Or are you saving it for the musical Rent?

[the_last_spoonbender]

dear mr. the_last_spoonbender and mr. subsonic87

your avatars are awesome
thank you...REP POINT FOR YOU

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i will rent out my avatar to anyone who pms me about it

[subsonic87]

i will rent out my avatar to anyone who pms me about it
Ooooo, for free? Hmmm, I might just have to take advantage of that.

[this end up]

no not for free. you will ow me rep

[fexnix]

im kiffing

[fexnix]

meant koffing

[Fly04066814]

i pronounce it north hampton :D

[subsonic87]

meant koffing
Sing with me:

Ricola!

[subsonic87]

Hey, spoonbender, what's with your posting (http://unicyclist.com/forums/showpost.php?p=396313&postcount=29513) in MR? I thought you wanted to help us defeat them. Plus they're rather hostile towards you...

[chosen]

im so mad i jsut practiced for hours and hours and hours on the 360 unispin and didnt have the guts to throw my feet on the cranks. i hate hate hate not progressing i dont know if ill ever land this stupid trick. right now its all i care about- hope i get it.

[subsonic87]

Aw, you'll get it. Just keep practicing. And then practice some more.

[the_last_spoonbender]

Hey, spoonbender, what's with your posting (http://unicyclist.com/forums/showpost.php?p=396313&postcount=29513) in MR? I thought you wanted to help us defeat them. Plus they're rather hostile towards you...
Ya,im gonna help ya guys beat em.....tho that jpotter boy was agreeable.....ill give him some rep fa bein a overal good guy...rep anyone?

[subsonic87]

Already have, and can't spread it around again for a while.

[chosen]

the new baby in teh family. adorable huh? and she never cries either.
http://images.snapfish.com/3456699523232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E235%3A%3D%3A6%3B%3D%3A69%3DXROQDF%3E23242593 6%3C732ot1lsi

[chosen]

i have to land a 360 unispin today. todays the day baby

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bump

[subsonic87]

the new baby in teh family. adorable huh? and she never cries either.
http://images.snapfish.com/3456699523232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E235%3A%3D%3A6%3B%3D%3A69%3DXROQDF%3E23242593 6%3C732ot1lsi
Aren't you a little young to be having children, Chosen?






:D

[subsonic87]

I had some rigatoni in a garlic/cheese sauce for lunch today. That was good. Mmmmmm.

[subsonic87]

Anyone besides me just love giving rep to people who have neutral or negative rep, and watching it turn to green? It's a nice warm feeling.

[subsonic87]

Please click one of the Quick Reply icons in the posts above to activate Quick Reply.

[jagur]

and she never cries either. HA HA HA! that comes later and always at 3am......

i hope you look forward to being the baby sitter every friday and saterday night in about a year.

[subsonic87]

Please click one of the Quick Reply icons in the posts above to activate Quick Reply.

[subsonic87]

Please click one of the Quick Reply icons in the posts above to activate Quick Reply.

[subsonic87]

Please click one of the Quick Reply icons in the posts above to activate Quick Reply.

[subsonic87]

Heh. How long do you think I can keep this up?

[subsonic87]

New topic, in which I don't act like an idiot: erm, not... pigeons? 'Cause they eat bread crumbs, and take craps on people...

[subsonic87]

Isn't turbo-posting fun?

[kristine]

the new baby in teh family. adorable huh? and she never cries either.
http://images.snapfish.com/3456699523232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E235%3A%3D%3A6%3B%3D%3A69%3DXROQDF%3E23242593 6%3C732ot1lsi
She is so cute...
so cute she made me post in the Anit MR thread... shivers.
Really cute tho...

[Gilby]

Aren't you a little young to be having children, Chosen?
:D

Well, most male humans can start reproducing around age 12 to 14. Being that Chosen is 15, he would very likely be capable of it... whether he's ready for it or not is a different question.

[jagur]

Isn't turbo-posting fun?no

[subsonic87]

Turbo-posting is what TTOMR is all about, though.

[subsonic87]

C'mon, guys, those MR guys are postathoning right now, so let's stick it to 'em!

[forrestunifreak]

C'mon, guys, those MR guys are postathoning right now, so let's stick it to 'em!

Peeping tom!

[subsonic87]

Peeping tom!
Oh, talk about the pot calling the kettle black! MRer! :p:p:p:p

[chosen]

Aren't you a little young to be having children, Chosen?






:Dnot my fault, the girls cant get away from me once they know i unicycle. i got 'em on everyone continent.

[chosen]

im gonna land my 360 unispin tomorrow. ill get it on camera and put it on here too if my friend will coem over tuh film me. im not scared to go for it anymore.
jonny

[kristine]

C'mon, guys, those MR guys are postathoning right now, so let's stick it to 'em!

hey.... thats private :P
Joking.

[Gilby]

hey.... thats private :P
Joking.
SHHHHH... You weren't supposed to tell them. :)

[subsonic87]

Oh, get a room, you two! :rolleyes::rolleyes:

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what do you mean "postathoning"?

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turbo post

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post

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hello subsonic

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i see you there

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why do not you post?

[subsonic87]

Whoa, you gotta gimme some time!

[subsonic87]

I go to one thread away from TTMOR, and come back, and you've posted, like a dozen times! Keep up the good work.

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thanx

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i'm welcome

[subsonic87]

Dude, let's turbo-post a bit.

[subsonic87]

Like this.

[subsonic87]

And again.

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ok but i have 1 minute.

[subsonic87]

Doo hoo hoo...

[subsonic87]

ok but i have 1 minute.
That's time for six posts!

[subsonic87]

Why only one minute?

[subsonic87]

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oops there's the bell gotta go. meet me here in 3 hours and 10 minutes and we shall turbo post

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Um, okay. We'll see what I'm doing then...

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does thatr answer your qwestuion?

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gotta go to geometry

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c ya

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Oh, I see now. That pesky geometry again rears its ugly head!

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OK, chapter 4 now!

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HIS MOTHER'S letter had been a torture to him, but as regards the
chief fact in it, he had felt not one moment's hesitation, even whilst
he was reading the letter. The essential question was settled, and
irrevocably settled, in his mind: "Never such a marriage while I am
alive and Mr. Luzhin be damned;" "The thing is perfectly clear," he
muttered to himself, with a malignant smile anticipating the triumph
of his decision. "No, mother, no, Dounia, you won't deceive me! and
then they apologise for not asking my advice and for taking the
decision without me! I dare say! They imagine it is arranged now and
can't be broken off; but we will see whether it can or not! A
magnificent excuse: 'Pyotr Petrovitch is such a busy man that even his
wedding has to be in post-haste, almost by express.' No, Dounia, I see
it all and I know what you want to say to me; and I know too what
you were thinking about, when you walked up and down all night, and
what your prayers were like before the Holy Mother of Kazan who stands
in mother's bedroom. Bitter is the ascent to Golgotha.... Hm... so
it is finally settled; you have determined to marry a sensible
business man, Avdotya Romanovna, one who has a fortune (has already
made his fortune, that is so much more solid and impressive) a man who
holds two government posts and who shares the ideas of our most rising
generation, as mother writes, and who seems to be kind, as Dounia
herself observes. That seems beats everything! And that very Dounia
for that very 'seems' is marrying him! Splendid! splendid!
"...But I should like to know why mother has written to me about
'our most rising generation'? Simply as a descriptive touch, or with
the idea of prepossessing me in favour of Mr. Luzhin?

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Oh, the
cunning of them! I should like to know one thing more: how far they
were open with one another that day and night and all this time since?
Was it all put into words, or did both understand that they had the
same thing at heart and in their minds, so that there was no need to
speak of it aloud, and better not to speak of it. Most likely it was
partly like that, from mother's letter it's evident: he struck her
as rude a little, and mother in her simplicity took her observations
to Dounia. And she was sure to be vexed and 'answered her angrily.'
I should think so! Who would not be angered when it was quite clear
without any naive questions and when it was understood that it was
useless to discuss it. And why does she write to me, 'love Dounia,
Rodya, and she loves you more than herself'? Has she a secret
conscience-prick at sacrificing her daughter to her son? 'You are
our one comfort, you are everything to us.' Oh, mother!"
His bitterness grew more and more intense, and if he had happened to
meet Mr. Luzhin at the moment, he might have murdered him.
"Hm... yes, that's true," he continued, pursuing the whirling
ideas that chased each other in his brain, "it is true that 'it
needs time and care to get to know a man,' but there is no mistake
about Mr. Luzhin. The chief thing is he is 'a man of business and
seems kind,' that was something, wasn't it, to send the bags and big
box for them! A kind man, no doubt after that! But his bride and her
mother are to drive in a peasant's cart covered with sacking (I
know, I have been driven in it). No matter! It is only ninety versts
and then they can 'travel very comfortably, third class,' for a
thousand versts! Quite right, too. One must cut one's coat according
to one's cloth, but what about you, Mr. Luzhin? She is your
bride.... And you must be aware that her mother has to raise money
on her pension for the journey. To be sure it's a matter of
business, a partnership for mutual benefit, with equal shares and
expenses;- food and drink provided, but pay for your tobacco. The
business man has got the better of them, too.

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The luggage will cost
less than their fares and very likely go for nothing. How is it that
they don't both see all that, or is it that they don't want to see?
And they are pleased, pleased! And to think that this is only the
first blossoming, and that the real fruits are to come! But what
really matters is not the stinginess, is not the meanness, but the
tone of the whole thing. For that will be the tone after marriage,
it's a foretaste of it. And mother too, why should she be so lavish?
What will she have by the time she gets to Petersburg? Three silver
roubles or two 'paper ones' as she says.... that old woman... hm. What
does she expect to live upon in Petersburg afterwards? She has her
reasons already for guessing that she could not live with Dounia after
the marriage, even for the first few months. The good man has no doubt
let slip something on that subject also, though mother would deny
it: 'I shall refuse,' says she. On whom is she reckoning then? Is
she counting on what is left of her hundred and twenty roubles of
pension when Afanasy Ivanovitch's debt is paid? She knits woollen
shawls and embroiders cuffs, ruining her old eyes. And all her
shawls don't add more than twenty roubles a year to her hundred and
twenty, I know that. So she is building all her hopes all the time
on Mr. Luzhin's generosity; 'he will offer it of himself, he will
press it on me.' You may wait a long time for that! That's how it
always is with these Schilleresque noble hearts; till the last
moment every goose is a swan with them, till the last moment, they
hope for the best and will see nothing wrong, and although they have
an inkling of the other side of the picture, yet they won't face the
truth till they are forced to; the very thought of it makes them
shiver; they thrust the truth away with both hands, until the man they
deck out in false colours puts a fool's cap on them with his own
hands. I should like to know whether Mr. Luzhin has any orders of
merit; I bet he has the Anna in his buttonhole and that he puts it
on when he goes to dine with contractors or merchants. He will be sure
to have it for his wedding, too! Enough of him, confound him!

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"Well,... mother I don't wonder at, it's like her, God bless her,
but how could Dounia? Dounia, darling, as though I did not know you!
You were nearly twenty when I saw you last: I understood you then.
Mother writes that 'Dounia can put up with a great deal.' I know
that very well. I knew that two years and a half ago, and for the last
two and a half years I have been thinking about it, thinking of just
that, that 'Dounia can put up with a great deal.' If she could put
up with Mr. Svidrigailov and all the rest of it, she certainly can put
up with a great deal. And now mother and she have taken it into
their heads that she can put up with Mr. Luzhin, who propounds the
theory of the superiority of wives raised from destitution and owing
everything to their husband's bounty- who propounds it, too, almost at
the first interview. Granted that he 'let it slip,' though he is a
sensible man, (yet maybe it was not a slip at all, but he meant to
make himself clear as soon as possible) but Dounia, Dounia? She
understands the man, of course, but she will have to live with the
man. Why! she'd live on black bread and water, she would not sell
her soul, she would not barter her moral freedom for comfort; she
would not barter it for all Schleswig-Holstein, much less Mr. Luzhin's
money. No, Dounia was not that sort when I knew her and... she is
still the same, of course! Yes, there's no denying, the
Svidrigailovs are a bitter pill! It's a bitter thing to spend one's
life a governess in the provinces for two hundred roubles, but I
know she would rather be a nigger on a plantation or a Lett with a
German master, than degrade her soul, and her moral dignity, by
binding herself for ever to a man whom she does not respect and with
whom she has nothing in common- for her own advantage. And if Mr.
Luzhin had been of unalloyed gold, or one huge diamond, she would
never have consented to become his legal concubine. Why is she
consenting then? What's the point of it?

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What's the answer? It's clear
enough: for herself, for her comfort, to save her life she would not
sell herself, but for some one else she is doing it! For one she
loves, for one she adores, she will sell herself! That's what it all
amounts to; for her brother, for her mother, she will sell herself!
She will sell everything! In such cases, we 'overcome our moral
feeling if necessary,' freedom, peace, conscience even, all, all are
brought into the market. Let my life go, if only my dear ones may be
happy! More than that, we become casuists, we learn to be Jesuitical
and for a time maybe we can soothe ourselves, we can persuade
ourselves that it is one's duty for a good object. That's just like
us, it's as clear as daylight. It's clear that Rodion Romanovitch
Raskolnikov is the central figure in the business, and no one else.
Oh, yes, she can ensure his happiness, keep him in the university,
make him a partner in the office, make his whole future secure;
perhaps he may even be a rich man later on, prosperous, respected, and
may even end his life a famous man! But my mother? It's all Rodya,
precious Rodya, her first born! For such a son who would not sacrifice
such a daughter! Oh, loving, over-partial hearts! Why, for his sake we
would not shrink even from Sonia's fate. Sonia, Sonia Marmeladov,
the eternal victim so long as the world lasts. Have you taken the
measure of your sacrifice, both of you? Is it right? Can you bear
it? Is it any use? Is there sense in it? And let me tell you,
Dounia, Sonia's life is no worse than life with Mr. Luzhin. 'There can
be no question of love' mother writes. And what if there can be no
respect either, if on the contrary there is aversion, contempt,
repulsion, what then? So you will have to 'keep up your appearance,'
too. Is that not so? Do you understand what that smartness means? Do
you understand that the Luzhin smartness is just the same thing as
Sonia's and may be worse, viler, baser, because in your case,
Dounia, it's a bargain for luxuries, after all, but with Sonia it's
simply a question of starvation. It has to be paid for, it has to be
paid for, Dounia, this smartness. And what if it's more than you can
bear afterwards, if you regret it?

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The bitterness, the misery, the
curses, the tears hidden from all the world, for you are not a Marfa
Petrovna. And how will your mother feel then? Even now she is
uneasy, she is worried, but then, when she sees it all clearly? And I?
Yes, indeed, what have you taken me for? I won't have your
sacrifice, Dounia, I won't have it, mother! It shall not be, so long
as I am alive, it shall not, it shall not! I won't accept it!"
He suddenly paused in his reflection and stood still.
"It shall not be? But what are you going to do to prevent it? You'll
forbid it? And what right have you? What can you promise them on your
side to give you such a right? Your whole life, your whole future, you
will devote to them when you have finished your studies and obtained a
post? Yes, we have heard all that before, and that's all words, but
now? Now something must be done, now, do you understand that? And what
are you doing now? You are living upon them. They borrow on their
hundred roubles pension. They borrow from the Svidrigailovs. How are
you going to save them from Svidrigailovs, from Afanasy Ivanovitch
Vahrushin, oh, future millionaire Zeus who would arrange their lives
for them? In another ten years? In another ten years, mother will be
blind with knitting shawls, maybe with weeping too. She will be worn
to a shadow with fasting; and my sister? Imagine for a moment what may
have become of your sister in ten years? What may happen to her during
those ten years? Can you fancy?"

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So he tortured himself, fretting himself with such questions, and
finding a kind of enjoyment in it. And yet all these questions were
not new ones suddenly confronting him, they were old familiar aches.
It was long since they had first begun to grip and rend his heart.
Long, long ago his present anguish had its first beginnings; it had
waxed and gathered strength, it had matured and concentrated, until it
had taken the form of a fearful, frenzied and fantastic question,
which tortured his heart and mind, clamouring insistently for an
answer. Now his mother's letter had burst on him like a thunderclap.
It was clear that he must not now suffer passively, worrying himself
over unsolved questions, but that he must do something, do it at once,
and do it quickly. Anyway he must decide on something, or else...
"Or throw up life altogether!" he cried suddenly, in a frenzy-
"accept one's lot humbly as it is, once for all and stifle
everything in oneself, giving up all claim to activity, life and
love!"
"Do you understand, sir, do you understand what it means when you
have absolutely nowhere to turn?" Marmeladov's question came
suddenly into his mind "for every man must have somewhere to turn..."
He gave a sudden start; another thought, that he had had
yesterday, slipped back into his mind. But he did not start at the
thought recurring to him, for he knew, he had felt beforehand, that it
must come back, he was expecting it; besides it was not only
yesterday's thought. The difference was that a month ago, yesterday
even, the thought was a mere dream: but now... now it appeared not a
dream at all, it had taken a new menacing and quite unfamiliar
shape, and he suddenly became aware of this himself.... He felt a
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He looked round hurriedly, he was searching for something. He wanted
to sit down and was looking for a seat; he was walking along the K____
Boulevard. There was a seat about a hundred paces in front of him.
He walked towards it as fast he could; but on the way he met with a
little adventure which absorbed all his attention. Looking for the
seat, he had noticed a woman walking some twenty paces in front of
him, but at first he took no more notice of her than of other
objects that crossed his path. It had happened to him many times going
home not to notice the road by which he was going, and he was
accustomed to walk like that. But there was at first sight something
so strange about the woman in front of him, that gradually his
attention was riveted upon her, at first reluctantly and, as it
were, resentfully, and then more and more intently. He felt a sudden
desire to find out what it was that was so strange about the woman. In
the first place, she appeared to be a girl quite young, and she was
walking in the great heat bareheaded and with no parasol or gloves,
waving her arms about in an absurd way. She had on a dress of some
light silky material, but put on strangely awry, not properly hooked
up, and torn open at the top of the skirt, close to the waist: a great
piece was rent and hanging loose. A little kerchief was flung about
her bare throat, but lay slanting on one side. The girl was walking
unsteadily, too, stumbling and staggering from side to side. She
drew Raskolnikov's whole attention at last. He overtook the girl at
the seat, but, on reaching it, she dropped down on it, in the
corner; she let her head sink on the back of the seat and closed her
eyes, apparently in extreme exhaustion. Looking at her closely, he saw
at once that she was completely drunk. It was a strange and shocking
sight. He could hardly believe that he was not mistaken. He saw before
him the face of a quite young, fair-haired girl- sixteen, perhaps
not more than fifteen years old, pretty little face, but flushed and
heavy looking and, as it were, swollen. The girl seemed hardly to know
what she was doing; she crossed one leg over the other, lifting it
indecorously, and showed every sign of being unconscious that she
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Raskolnikov did not sit down, but he felt unwilling to leave her,
and stood facing her in perplexity. This boulevard was never much
frequented; and now, at two o'clock, in the stifling heat, it was
quite deserted. And yet on the further side of the boulevard, about
fifteen paces away, a gentleman was standing on the edge of the
pavement, he, too, would apparently have liked to approach the girl
with some object of his own. He, too, had probably seen her in the
distance and had followed her, but found Raskolnikov in his way. He
looked angrily at him, though he tried to escape his notice, and stood
impatiently biding his time, till the unwelcome man in rags should
have moved away. His intentions were unmistakable. The gentleman was a
plump, thickly-set man, about thirty, fashionably dressed, with a high
colour, red lips and moustaches. Raskolnikov felt furious; he had a
sudden longing to insult this fat dandy in some way. He left the
girl for a moment and walked towards the gentleman.
"Hey! You Svidrigailov! What do you want here?" he shouted,
clenching his fists and laughing, spluttering with rage.
"What do you mean?" the gentleman asked sternly, scowling in haughty
astonishment.
"Get away, that's what I mean."
"How dare you, you low fellow!"
He raised his cane. Raskolnikov rushed at him with his fists,
without reflecting that the stout gentleman was a match for two men
like himself. But at that instant some one seized him from behind, and
a police constable stood between them.
"That's enough, gentlemen, no fighting, please, in a public place.
What do you want? Who are you?" he asked Raskolnikov sternly, noticing
his rags.
Raskolnikov looked at him intently. He had a straight-forward,
sensible, soldierly face, with grey moustaches and whiskers.
"You are just the man I want," Raskolnikov cried, catching at his
arm. "I am a student, Raskolnikov.... You may as well know that
too," he added, addressing the gentleman, "come along, I have
something to show you."

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And taking the policeman by the hand he drew him towards the seat.
"Look here, hopelessly drunk, and she has just come down the
boulevard. There is no telling who and what she is, she does not
look like a professional. It's more likely she has been given drink
and deceived somewhere... for the first time... you understand? and
they've put her out into the street like that. Look at the way her
dress is torn, and the way it has been put on: she has been dressed by
somebody, she has not dressed herself, and dressed by unpractised
hands, by a man's hands; that's evident. And now look there: I don't
know that dandy with whom I was going to fight, I see him for the
first time, but, he, too has seen her on the road, just now, drunk,
not knowing what she is doing, and now he is very eager to get hold of
her, to get her away somewhere while she is in this state... that's
certain, believe me, I am not wrong. I saw him myself watching her and
following her, but I prevented him, and he is just waiting for me to
go away. Now he has walked away a little, and is standing still,
pretending to make a cigarette.... Think how can we keep her out of
his hands, and how are we to get her home?"
The policeman saw it all in a flash. The stout gentleman was easy to
understand, he turned to consider the girl. The policeman bent over to
examine her more closely, and his face worked with genuine compassion.
"Ah, what a pity!" he said, shaking his head- "why, she is quite a
child! She has been deceived, you can see that at once. Listen, lady,"
he began addressing her, "where do you live?" The girl opened her
weary and sleepy-looking eyes, gazed blankly at the speaker and
waved her hand.
"Here," said Raskolnikov feeling in his pocket and finding twenty
copecks, "here, call a cab and tell him to drive her to her address.
The only thing is to find out her address!"
"Missy, missy!" the policeman began again, taking the money. "I'll
fetch you a cab and take you home myself. Where shall I take you,
eh? Where do you live?"

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"Go away! They won't let me alone," the girl muttered, and once more
waved her hand.
"Ach, ach, how shocking! It's shameful, missy, it's a shame!" He
shook his head again, shocked, sympathetic and indignant.
"It's a difficult job," the policeman said to Raskolnikov, and as he
did so, he looked him up and down in a rapid glance. He. too, must
have seemed a strange figure to him: dressed in rags and handing him
money!
"Did you meet her far from here?" he asked him.
"I tell you she was walking in front of me, staggering, just here,
in the boulevard. She only just reached the seat and sank down on it."
"Ah, the shameful things that are done in the world nowadays, God
have mercy on us! An innocent creature like that, drunk already! She
has been deceived, that's a sure thing. See how her dress has been
torn too.... Ah, the vice one sees nowadays! And as likely as not
she belongs to gentlefolk too, poor ones maybe.... There are many like
that nowadays. She looks refined, too, as though she were a lady," and
he bent over her once more.
Perhaps he had daughters growing up like that, "looking like
ladies and refined" with pretensions to gentility and smartness....
"The chief thing is," Raskolnikov persisted, "to keep her out of
this scoundrel's hands! Why should he outrage her! It's as clear as
day what he is after; ah, the brute, he is not moving off!"
Raskolnikov spoke aloud and pointed to him. The gentleman heard him,
and seemed about to fly into a rage again, but thought better of it,
and confined himself to a contemptuous look. He then walked slowly
another ten paces away and again halted.
"Keep her out of his hands we can," said the constable thoughtfully,
"if only she'd tell us where to take her, but as it is.... Missy, hey,
missy!" he bent over her once more.
She opened her eyes fully all of a sudden, looked at him intently,
as though realising something, got up from the seat and walked away in
the direction from which she had come. "Oh shameful wretches, they
won't let me alone!" she said, waving her hand again. She walked
quickly, though staggering as before. The dandy followed her, but
along another avenue, keeping his eye on her.
"Don't be anxious, I won't let him have her," the policeman said
resolutely, and he set off after them.

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"Ah, the vice one sees nowadays!" he repeated aloud, sighing.
At that moment something seemed to sting Raskolnikov; in an
instant a complete revulsion of feeling came over him.
"Hey, here!" he shouted after the policeman.
The latter turned round.
"Let them be! What is it to do with you? Let her go! Let him amuse
himself." He pointed at the dandy, "What is it to do with you?"
The policeman was bewildered, and stared at him open-eyed.
Raskolnikov laughed.
"Well!" ejaculated the policeman, with a gesture of contempt, and he
walked after the dandy and the girl, probably taking Raskolnikov for a
madman or something even worse.
"He has carried off my twenty copecks," Raskolnikov murmured angrily
when he was left alone. "Well, let him take as much from the other
fellow to allow him to have the girl and so let it end. And why did
I want to interfere? Is it for me to help? Have I any right to help?
Let them devour each other alive- what is to me? How did I dare to
give him twenty copecks? Were they mine?"
In spite of those strange words he felt very wretched. He sat down
on the deserted seat. His thought strayed aimlessly.... He found it
hard to fix his mind on anything at that moment. He longed to forget
himself altogether, to forget everything, and then to wake up and
begin life anew....
"Poor girl!" he said, looking at the empty corner where she had sat-
"She will come to herself and weep, and then her mother will find
out.... She will give her a beating, a horrible, shameful beating
and then maybe, turn her out of doors.... And even if she does not,
the Darya Frantsovnas will get wind of it, and the girl will soon be
slipping out on the sly here and there. Then there will be the
hospital directly (that's always the luck of those girls with
respectable mothers, who go wrong on the sly) and then... again the
hospital... drink... the taverns... and more hospital, in two or three
years- a wreck, and her life over at eighteen or nineteen.... Have not
I seen cases like that? And how have they been brought to it? Why,
they've all come to it like that. Ugh! But what does it matter? That's
as it should be, they tell us. A certain percentage, they tell us,
must every year go... that way... to the devil, I suppose, so that the
rest may remain chaste, and not be interfered with. A percentage! What
splendid words they have; they are so scientific, so consolatory....
Once you've said 'percentage,' there's nothing more to worry about. If
we had any other word... maybe we might feel more uneasy.... But
what if Dounia were one of the percentage! Of another one if not
that one?

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"But where am I going?" he thought suddenly. "Strange, I came out
for something. As soon as I had read the letter I came out.... I was
going to Vassilyevsky Ostrov, to Razumihin. That's what it was...
now I remember. What for, though? And what put the idea of going to
Razumihin into my head just now? That's curious."
He wondered at himself. Razumihin was one of his old comrades at the
university. It was remarkable that Raskolnikov had hardly any
friends at the university; he kept aloof from every one, went to see
no one, and did not welcome any one who came to see him, and indeed
every one soon gave him up. He took no part in the students'
gatherings, amusements or conversations. He worked with great
intensity without sparing himself, and he was respected for this,
but no one liked him. He was very poor, and there was a sort of
haughty pride and reserve about him, as though he were keeping
something to himself. He seemed to some of his comrades to look down
upon them all as children, as though he were superior in
development, knowledge and convictions, as though their beliefs and
interests were beneath him.

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With Razumihin he had got on, or, at least, he was more unreserved
and communicative with him. Indeed it was impossible to be on any
other terms with Razumihin. He was an exceptionally good-humoured
and candid youth, good-natured to the point of simplicity, though both
depth and dignity lay concealed under that simplicity. The better of
his comrades understood this, and all were fond of him. He was
extremely intelligent, though he was certainly rather a simpleton at
times. He was of striking appearance- tall, thin, blackhaired and
always badly shaved. He was sometimes uproarious and was reputed to be
of great physical strength. One night, when out in a festive
company, he had with one blow laid a gigantic policeman on his back.
There was no limit to his drinking powers, but he could abstain from
drink altogether; he sometimes went too far in his pranks; but he
could do without pranks altogether. Another thing striking about
Razumihin, no failure distressed him, and it seemed as though no
unfavourable circumstances could crush him. He could lodge anywhere,
and bear the extremes of cold and hunger. He was very poor, and kept
himself entirely on what he could earn by work of one sort or another.
He knew of no end of resources by which to earn money. He spent one
whole winter without lighting his stove, and used to declare that he
liked it better, because one slept more soundly in the cold. For the
present he, too, had been obliged to give up the university, but it
was only for a time, and he was working with all his might to save
enough to return to his studies again. Raskolnikov had not been to see
him for the last four months, and Razumihin did not even know his
address. About two months before, they had met in the street, but
Raskolnikov had turned away and even crossed to the other side that he
might not be observed. And though Razumihin noticed him, he passed him
by, as he did not want to annoy him.

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