It might well be that we kept one another from insanity, although I must admit that Oppenheimer rotted five years in solitary entirely by himself, ere Morrell joined him, and yet had remained sane.
On the other hand, do not make the mistake of thinking that life in solitary was one wild orgy of blithe communion and exhilarating psychological research.
We had much and terrible pain.

Our guards were brutes--your hang-dogs, citizen.

Our surroundings were vile.

Our food was filthy, monotonous, innutritious.

Only men, by force of will, could live on so unbalanced a ration.