The Wolf Actually Laughs

Wherever the Law is Crime can be found. -- (p.67)

It is difficult to approach these pages without being plagued concenring my motivations. Perhaps it is not a stylistic qualm but rather a struggle with the conceit of Solzhenitsyn, not for HIS suffering nor his account of OTHERS in peril and ultimately lost. It is from a near-religious arrogance that satins his pages. Few will argue against the iniquity of Soviet Experiement but I feel that to accept unabashed is just as gullible a human response.

I certainly feel for the father of six who tripled his quotas at the factory and when presented with a medal, said this award is very nice, but I'd really like a bag of flour. All seven were deported East.