I was going to write a nice long essay for the newsletter related to Dostoevsky & Children of Doro, with a deep dive into the struggle to live ethically when we haven't the capacity to properly save ourselves *from* ourselves - but after reviewing The Grand Inquisitor I had such a good chuckle that I'll just record a reading of it early in the morning, for Easter Sunday. How little has changed in fiction! So, that should offer a spot of fun in a few hours. :)