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I remember coming across a reminder of this bit from Dostoevsky while in the midst of my befuddlement and vexation over what on earth could be my sister's reason for suddenly treating me as though I were a murderer or child trafficker or some sort of despicable criminal or other. It was/has been as though one or the other of us has been taken over by a space alien.
So, Dostoevsky to the "rescue" I guess.
Just too stupid and vicious and ugly to be borne.
pipe up any time....
