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They are all insane. 1/4 of the way through, I conclude that all the characters are simply insane. The women are hysterical, the men have lost their wits, the children are monsters.

I like Tolstoy better. At least I can relate to his characters. I can't relate to Dostoevsky's people at all except on a blurred and passing level. My own moments of insanity are just that: moments.