I picked up The Brothers Karamazov again, something I like to do at least once a decade, and was struck by the opening description of Fyodor Pavlovich, the father:
...he was a strange type, yet one rather frequently met with, precisely the type of man who is not only worthless and depraved but muddleheaded as well—one of those muddleheaded people who still handle their own little business deals quite skillfully. (Pevear-Volokhonsky translation)
That sounds a lot like Donald Trump. Just saying.
By the bye, on an altogether different note, happy Thanksgiving to all!