Brute force overmatches even genius and divinity in the ultimate appeal.

Prometheus lies chained to his Caucasian rock, in eternal pain though in eternal defiance; and Napoleon frets away his mighty life at St.Helena watched by the callous eyes of Sir Hudson Lowe.
About three o'clock my cell door was again unlocked and I was invited to take a bath.

In the corridor I met my two fellow prisoners, and we were all three marched back to the reception room.

Three good baths of warm water were awaiting us.

What a glorious luxury after the six days' confinement, without any means of washing one's skin! Some of the prisoners, I understand, regard the first bath as the worst part of the punishment.