Crime and Punishment

by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Surely it isn’t beginning already! Surely it isn’t my punishment coming upon me? It is!”

Then a strange idea entered his head; that, perhaps, all his clothes were covered with blood, that, perhaps, there were a great many stains, but that he did not see them, did not notice them because his perceptions were failing, were going to pieces . . . his reason was clouded. . . . Suddenly he remembered that there had been blood on the purse too.