“And the sticky little leaves, and the precious graves, and the blue sky, and the woman you love! How will you live, what will you love them with?” Alyosha exclaimed ruefully. “Is it possible, with such hell in your heart and in your head? No, you’re precisely going in order to join them … and if not, you’ll kill yourself, you won’t endure it!” “There is a force that will endure everything,” said Ivan, this time with a cold smirk. “What force?” “The Karamazov force … the force of the Karamazov baseness.”
