There is real danger in a shock to the basic organ of life when all the other organs are painfully accommodating themselves to a radical change of environment.

Weak men are sometimes shattered by it.

Those who talk about the healthiness of prisons (a subject on which I shall have something to say by-and-bye) would be astonished at the quantity of physic dispensed by the doctor.
My constitution is a strong one, and a dyspeptic old friend used to envy my "treble-distilled gastric juice." Before I went to Holloway Gaol I scarcely knew, except inferentially, that I had a stomach; and while I was there I scarcely knew I had anything else.
After dining I walked up and down my cell--tramp, tramp, tramp.

How the time crawled, weary hour on hour, like a slow serpent over desert sands.
There was nothing to read, nothing to do, nothing to hear, and nothing to see.

I was steeped in nothing.