Tolstoy has a way of bringing out the philistine in me. What a tiresome crank he shows himself to be here. Bring on the Chekhov or Turgenev instead.
Man, this is a vicious little thing. It grabbed me and shook me like a dog catching a squirrel. My homegirl Heather suggested that it'd make a good companion read to Dom Casmurro, which was a brilliant idea. It's an awesome double feature. Be ready to put the Kreutzer Sonata on as soon as they s...