“I have.”
“Do you remember, ‘Write to the Angel of the Laodicean Church’?”
“I do.”[[19]]
“Where is the book?” Stavrogin began with a strange hurry and anxiety, searching with his eyes for the book on the table. “I want to read to you ... you have a Russian translation?”
“I know the passage, I remember it,” Tikhon murmured.
“Do you know it by heart? Read it....”
He at once looked at the ground, rested both his hands on his knees, and impatiently prepared to listen. Tikhon repeated word for word:
“Write to the Angel of the Laodicean Church: The true and authoritative witness of the beginning of the creations of God says Amen. I know thy works; thou art neither cold nor hot. Would that thou wert cold or hot. But in so far as thou art lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I shall spew thee out from my lips. For thou sayest: I am rich; I have everything and need nothing; but thou knowest not that thou art miserable, and poor and beggarly and blind and naked....”
“Enough,” Stavrogin cut him short.[[20]] “Do you know, I love you very much.”
“I love you too,” Tikhon replied in a low voice.