And how he dilated on the gates of brass and the bars of iron and the outer darkness etc, etc, till we all went home and shivered in our beds! Well, that's the sort of place I spent my Christmas in, and I wanted to come to you and Jeanie and be made happy, but--I couldn't.

I was too fast in prison.

I felt too murderous.

I hunted all the next day to try and get more wholesome.

But it was no good.