There's something here, my dear chap, that you can't understand yet. You see, if a man falls in love with some beautiful woman, with a woman's body, or even just with one part of her body (only a sensualist can understand that), he'll sacrifice his own children for her, he'll sell his father and mother, and his country, too. If he's honest, he'll go and steal, if he is gentle, he'll kill, if he is faithful, he'll deceive. Pushkin, the singer of women's beautiful feet, sang in praise of women's feet in his verses; others do not sing their praises but cannot look calmly at women's feet. But, then, it's not only their feet...
-Ratikin to Alyosha in Brother's K.
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