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really was ready below, and was soon brought up. Mitya at
first refused the glass that Nikolay Parfenovitch politely of-
fered him, but afterwards he asked for it himself and drank
it greedily. He looked surprisingly exhausted. It might have
been supposed from his Herculean strength that one night
of carousing, even accompanied by the most violent emo-
tions, could have had little effect on him. But he felt that he
could hardly hold his head up, and from time to time all
the objects about him seemed heaving and dancing before
his eyes. ‘A little more and I shall begin raving,’ he said to
himself.

The Brothers Karamazov