Dare we think of it?
We dare not! If we did, it would not be tolerated for a day.

Neither dare I write about it, for there are many things that cannot be written.

So I leave imagination to supply what words must not convey.
But it is all so pitiful, it is too much for me, for sometimes I feel that I am living with them, tramping with them, sleeping with them, eating with them; I am become as one of them.

I feel the horror, yet I do not realise the charms.
I am an Englishman! I love liberty! I must be free, or die! I want to order my own life, to control my own actions, to run on my own lines; I would that all men should have similar rights.

But, alas! it cannot be--civilisation claims and enchains us; we have to submit to its discipline, and it is well that it should be so.