isn’t there some contempt for him, for this wretched man … that we’re examining his soul like this, as if we were looking down on him? That we have decided so certainly, now, that he will accept the money?” “No, Lise, there is no contempt in it,” Alyosha answered firmly, as if he were already prepared for the question. “I thought it over myself, on the way here. Consider, what contempt can there be if we ourselves are just the same as he is, if everyone is just the same as he is? Because we are just the same, not better. And even if we were better, we would still be the same in his place
