Honored, Sir, Beggary Is a Vice

Raskolnikov felt immediately his habitual irritable and uneasy aversion for any stranger who approached or attempted to approach him. He got up, staggered, took up his jug and glass, and sat down beside the young man, facing him a little sideways. The drunk spoke fluently and boldly, only occasionally losing the thread of his sentences and drawing his words. In poverty you may still retain your innate nobility of soul, but in beggary never no one.