Fyodor Dostoevsky. The devils (№ 361099)

Suppose you lived on the moon Stavrogin interrupted, not listening and continuing his thought, - you are there, say, did all these ridiculous mischief... You know probably that there will laugh and spit on your name for a thousand years, forever, full moon. But now you're here and look at the moon from here: what is your point here to all that you have done there and that there will spit on you a thousand years, isn't it?