Monday, October 28, 2019

First Paragraph

At five o'clock that morning reveille was sounded, as usual, by the blows of a hammer on a length of rail hanging up near the staff quarters. The intermittent sounds barely penetrated the windowpanes on which the frost lay two fingers thick, and they ended almost as soon as they'd begun. It was cold outside, and the campguard was reluctant to go on beating out the reveille for long.

- From One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn

[I'm re-reading this. It is as great as the first time.]

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