I wish this were as long as War and Peace. I wish the last three months of Ivan's life had been described in every minute detail. I wish I could read about his every physical ache and how it made its way through his being to his mind, transforming into thought, into doubt, into despair, into realisation, into acceptance, into peace. I wish this book were longer so I could no longer ponder death. This is how much I trust Tolstoy.