When he was unlaced this time, the Warden was careful not to be in solitary.

That he was shaken by Oppenheimer's words there is no doubt.
But it was Doctor Jackson who was the arch-fiend.

To him I was a novelty, and he was ever eager to see how much more I could stand before I broke.
"He can stand twenty days off the bat," he bragged to the Warden in my presence.
"You are conservative," I broke in.

"I can stand forty days.

Pshaw! I can stand a hundred when such as you administer it." And, remembering my sea-cuny's patience of forty years' waiting ere I got my hands on Chong Mong-ju's gullet, I added: "You prison curs, you don't know what a man is.