"he’s a little screw," cried the general; "he drills holes in my heart and soul. he wishes me to be a pervert to atheism. know, you young greenhorn, that i was covered with honours before ever you were born; and you are nothing better than a wretched little worm, torn in two with coughing, and dying slowly of your own malice and unbelief. what did gavrila bring you over here for? they’re all against me, even to my own son all against me."