I have been trying to remember the name of this book and author. I started reading it five years ago or more but never got round to finishing it because I had other stuff going on. For some reason I'd been thinking about it this past week or two because I want to finish it, and all I could remember was that it was some book by a guy who'd been in a concentration camp and somehow gotten some big philosophical or psychological idea out of the experience. The book's title and author totally eluded my memory until I saw the name Frankl today in these quotes that pop up on the computer at work. At which point I was like, "Ohh, Frankl! Duh! How do you forget a name that ends with 'kl'?" Well, not aloud, but you know.
Yay.