As a result,
over the
next three years, I waded through Middlemarch by George Eliott, William Shirer's Rise and Fall
of the Third Reich, Henri Troyat's biography
of Tolstoy, Thompson's Making
of the English Working Class, the first
couple of things by Solzhenitsyn (The First Circle and Cancer Ward, I think, because One
Day In The Life
of Ivan Denisovich did not
meet my thickness criterion), and so on.