Already I've been punished enough for the sins of a lifetime." "Is there nothing I can do for you, nothing you want ?" I asked.
"No, Frank," he answered, "it was kind of you to come to see me, I wish I could tell you how kind." "Don't think of it," I said; "if I'm any good send for me at any moment: a word will bring me.

They allow you books, don't they ?" "Yes, Frank." "I wish you would get the 'Apologia of Plato'," I said, "and take a big draught of that deathless smiling courage of Socrates." "Ah, Frank, how much more humane were the Greeks.

They let his friends see him and talk to him by the hour, though he was condemned to death.
There were no warders there to listen, no degrading conditions." "Quite true," I cried, suddenly realising how much better Oscar Wilde would have been treated in Athens two thousand years ago.

"Our progress is mainly change; we don't shed our cruelty; even Christ has not been able to humanise us." He nodded his head.

At first he seemed greatly distressed; but I managed to encourage him a little, for at the close of the talk he questioned me: "Do you really think I may win, Frank ?" "Of course you'll win," I replied.