A strange time began for Raskolnikov: it was as if a fog had suddenly descended in front of him and surrounded him in hopeless and painful isolation. Recalling this period later, after a very long time, he surmised that his awareness had seemed to grow dim, and that this state continued, with certain interruptions, right up to the definitive catastrophe. He was absolutely convinced that at that time he had been wrong about many things, for example, the time and sequence of several events.