Day after day, night after night, the same and the same and the same over again.
Then the dark cells.

I got into them for a bit.

I wasn't always as cool as I might be--more times that mad with myself that I could have smashed my own skull against the wall, let alone any one else's.

There was one of the warders I took a dislike to from the first, and he to me, I don't doubt.

I thought he was rough and surly.