He said he believed that men were about all alike, and one man as good as another, barring clothes.

He said he believed that if you were to strip the nation naked and send a stranger through the crowd, he couldn't tell the king from a quack doctor, nor a duke from a hotel clerk.

Apparently here was a man whose brains had not been reduced to an ineffectual mush by idiotic training.

I set him loose and sent him to the Factory.
Some of the cells carved in the living rock were just behind the face of the precipice, and in each of these an arrow-slit had been pierced outward to the daylight, and so the captive had a thin ray from the blessed sun for his comfort.

The case of one of these poor fellows was particularly hard.