Work, he said, was a first-rate medicine for any illness.
—Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
The thoughts of a prisoner—they’re not free either. They kept returning to the same things. A single idea keeps stirring. Would they feel that piece of bread in the mattress? Would he have any luck...
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