“What are you talking about, Mitya?” “Ideas, ideas, that’s what! Ethics. What is ethics?” “Ethics?” Alyosha said in surprise. “Yes, what is it, some sort of science?” “Yes, there is such a science … only … I must confess I can’t explain to you what sort of science it is.” “Rakitin knows. Rakitin knows a lot, devil take him! He won’t become a monk. He’s going to go to Petersburg. There, he says, he’ll get into the department of criticism, but with a noble tendency. Why not? He can be useful and make a career. Oof, how good they are at making careers! Devil take ethics!
