It was just as unpleasant and repugnant to take a cigarette at which he looked, as though it had already been in his mouth.

There was a certain constant restlessness in him, now twisting him like a rag, now throwing him about like a body of coiling live wires.

And he drank water almost by the bucket.
To all questions during the trial he answered shortly, firmly, jumping up quickly, and at times he seemed to answer even with pleasure.
"Correct!" he would say.
Sometimes he emphasized it.
"Cor-r-rect!" At one time, suddenly, when they were speaking of something that would hardly have seemed to suggest it, he jumped to his feet and asked the presiding judge: "Will you allow me to whistle ?" "What for ?" asked the judge, surprised.
"They said that I gave the signal to my comrades.

I would like to show you how.

It is very interesting." The judge consented, somewhat wonderingly.