crying for one's own

I have the viva for my PhD coming up next week, so have just re-read the novel part of the thesis, a dystopian novel called Ectopia. It's a tough read at first - not for the prose but for how grim a world it portrays. It's a dystopia after all - Brave New World, 1984 and Clockwork Orange aren't what you'd call fun reads.
It's a while since I last read it, so I have some distance now ... I might never be objective, but the book is compelling. I wept silent tears at the close.
Always a good test that, crying for one's own.