I emerged and tried to work in the chaos of inefficiency of the loom-rooms.

I rebelled.

I was given the dungeon, plus the strait-jacket.

I was spread- eagled, and thumbed-up, and privily beaten by the stupid guards whose totality of intelligence was only just sufficient to show them that I was different from them and not so stupid.
Two years of this witless persecution I endured.

It is terrible for a man to be tied down and gnawed by rats.