Here is how it was with many others, not just with me. Our initial, first prison sky consisted of black swirling storm clouds and black pillars of volcanic eruptions — this was the heaven of Pompeii, the heaven of the Day of Judgment, because it was not just anyone who had been arrested, but I — the center of this world.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago (abridged), p. 301
Out of Babel Books 
I am planning on starting up Volume 3 in December. Grim stuff
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Oh, that’s quite the heavy quote to end the evening with.
Completely unrelated: I’m half-way through reading “The Whisper on the Night Wind” (by Adam Shoalts) and am 99% certain you would love it. Highly, highly recommended.
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Well, the title is certainly evocative!
Thanks, I’ll keep an eye out for it.
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