as i was reorganising my bookshelves i found two tattered copies of solzhenitsyns and one of them was cancer ward which terrified me when i was young. definitely something for poach to look at in relation to medical institutions. i can't even say i remember any real detail of plot, except that one memory stayed with me all this time, of the end of a certain chapter, where a young woman with breast cancer tries to seduce another patient because the next day her breasts would be lying in the dustbin and i understood her and some of that understanding has to do with being an adolescent with developing breasts and being immensely pleased to find yourself acquiring sexual power over others and being aware that this power is connected to the body.