I grew weak and had wild delusions....

You must not ask me to describe it.

It is like asking a man who has gone through fever to describe one of the terrifying dreams.

At Wandsworth I thought I should go mad; Wandsworth is the worst: no dungeon in hell can be worse; why is the food so bad?
It even smelt bad.

It was not fit for dogs." "Was the food the worst of it ?" I asked.
"The hunger made you weak, Frank; but the inhumanity was the worst of it; what devilish creatures men are.