Use every opportunity and give your real character a chance to fight for you." I spoke with tears in my eyes and rage in my heart.
"I will do my best, Frank," he said despondingly, "I will do my best.
If I were out of this place, I might think of something, but it is dreadful to be here.

One has to go to bed by daylight and the nights are interminable." "Haven't you a watch ?" I cried.
"They don't allow you to have a watch in prison," he replied.
"But why not ?" I asked in amazement.

I did not know that every rule in an English prison is cunningly devised to annoy and degrade the unfortunate prisoner.
Oscar lifted his hands hopelessly: "One may not smoke; not even a cigarette; and so I cannot sleep.

All the past comes back; the golden hours; the June days in London with the sunshine dappling the grass and the silken rustling of the wind in the trees.

Do you remember Wordsworth speaks 'of the wind in the trees'?
How I wish I could hear it now, breathe it once again.