The Gulag Archipelago. To be there wasn't just hell, it was to be forgotten by friends, to be given up for dead by family. He had been there so long he could barely remember what offense he had committed to be sentenced to such a cruel fate. Something at University, he recalled. Some minor infraction that required the authorities to make an example of him by breaking his will. Ten years they had told him. They lied! Twice that time had passed and he was only up to page 392! He cursed Solzhenitsyn and returned to his endless task.