“And didn’t you observe over the years,” I say, “a certain, I say, deviation in his ideas, or a peculiar turn of thought, or a certain,” I say, “so to speak insanity, as it were?” In a word, I repeated the question that Varvara Petrovna herself asked. Just imagine: Aleksey Nilych suddenly begins thinking and wrinkles his brow, just like he’s doing now. “Yes,” he says, “at times something has seemed strange to me.” Note, moreover, that if something could seem strange to Aleksey Nilych, of all people, then what might really be going on in point of fact, eh?’