"But why suppress it?" asked Ivan.
"That Truth may prevail. That’s why."
"Well, if Truth were to prevail, you know, you’d be the first to be robbed and suppressed."
"Ah! I dare say you’re right. Ah, I’m an ass!" burst out Fyodor Pavlovitch, striking himself lightly on the forehead. "Well, your monastery may stand then, Alyosha, if that’s how it is. And we clever people will sit snug and enjoy our brandy. You know, Ivan, it must have been so ordained by the Almighty Himself. Ivan, speak, is there a God or not? Stay, speak the truth, speak seriously. Why are you laughing again?"
"I’m laughing that you should have made a clever remark just now about Smerdyakov’s belief in the existence of two saints who could move mountains."
"Why, am I like him now, then?"
"Very much."
"Well, that shows I’m a Russian, too, and I have a Russian characteristic. And you may be caught in the same way, though you are a philosopher. Shall I catch you? What do you bet that I’ll catch you to–morrow. Speak, all the same, is there a God, or not? Only, be serious. I want you to be serious now."
"No, there is no God."
"Alyosha, is there a God?"
"There is."
"Ivan, and is there immortality of some sort, just a little, just a tiny bit?"
"There is no immortality either."
"None at all?"
"None at all."
"There’s absolute nothingness then. Perhaps there is just something? Anything is better than nothing!"
"Absolute nothingness."
"Alyosha, is there immortality?"
"There is."
"God and immortality?"
"God and immortality. In God is immortality."
"H’m! It’s more likely Ivan’s right. Good Lord! to think what faith, what force of all kinds, man has lavished for nothing, on that dream, and for how many thousand years. Who is it laughing at man? Ivan! For the last time, once for all, is there a God or not? I ask for the last time!"
"And for the last time there is not."
"Who is laughing at mankind, Ivan?"
"It must be the devil," said Ivan, smiling.
"And the devil? Does he exist?"
"No, there’s no devil either."
"It’s a pity. Damn it all, what wouldn’t I do to the man who first invented God! Hanging on a bitter aspen tree would be too good for him."
"There would have been no civilization if they hadn’t invented God."
"Wouldn’t there have been? Without God?"
"No. And there would have been no brandy either. But I must take your brandy away from you, anyway."
"Stop, stop, stop, dear boy, one more little glass. I’ve hurt Alyosha’s feelings. You’re not angry with me, Alyosha? My dear little Alexey!"
"No, I am not angry. I know your thoughts. Your heart is better than your head."
"My heart better than my head, is it? Oh, Lord! And that from you. Ivan, do you love Alyosha?"
"Yes."
"You must love him" (Fyodor Pavlovitch was by this time very drunk). "Listen, Alyosha, I was rude to your elder this morning. But I was excited. But there’s wit in that elder, don’t you think, Ivan?"
"Very likely."
"There is, there is. Il y a du Piron là–dedans. He’s a Jesuit, a Russian one, that is. As he’s an honorable person there’s a hidden indignation boiling within him at having to pretend and affect holiness."
"But, of course, he believes in God."
"Not a bit of it. Didn’t you know? Why, he tells every one so, himself. That is, not every one, but all the clever people who come to him. He said straight out to Governor Schultz not long ago: ?Credo, but I don’t know in what.’ "
"Really?"
