Everything in this chapter seems to add to that feeling of suppressed trauma: Raskolnikow's anger, the oppressive heat, the pointlessness of saving this one girl... Dostojewski keeps on building tension and then releasing it a little, then adding to it again until it becomes almost unbearable. And of course chapter V makes it even worse...
Everything in this chapter seems to add to that feeling of suppressed trauma: Raskolnikow's anger, the oppressive heat, the pointlessness of saving this one girl... Dostojewski keeps on building tension and then releasing it a little, then adding to it again until it becomes almost unbearable. And of course chapter V makes it even worse...