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Yes
,
as
I
look
back
upon
it
,
a
man
must
be
greatly
a
philosopher
to
survive
the
continual
impact
of
such
brutish
experiences
through
the
years
and
years
.
I
am
such
a
philosopher
.
I
have
endured
eight
years
of
their
torment
,
and
now
,
in
the
end
,
failing
to
get
rid
of
me
in
all
other
ways
,
they
have
invoked
the
machinery
of
state
to
put
a
rope
around
my
neck
and
shut
off
my
breath
by
the
weight
of
my
body
.
Oh
,
I
know
how
the
experts
give
expert
judgment
that
the
fall
through
the
trap
breaks
the
victim
's
neck
.
And
the
victims
,
like
Shakespeare
's
traveller
,
never
return
to
testify
to
the
contrary
.
But
we
who
have
lived
in
the
stir
know
of
the
cases
that
are
hushed
in
the
prison
crypts
,
where
the
victim
's
necks
are
not
broken
.
It
is
a
funny
thing
,
this
hanging
of
a
man
.
I
have
never
seen
a
hanging
,
but
I
have
been
told
by
eye-witnesses
the
details
of
a
dozen
hangings
so
that
I
know
what
will
happen
to
me
.
Standing
on
the
trap
,
leg-manacled
and
arm-manacled
,
the
knot
against
the
neck
,
the
black
cap
drawn
,
they
will
drop
me
down
until
the
momentum
of
my
descending
weight
is
fetched
up
abruptly
short
by
the
tautening
of
the
rope
.
Then
the
doctors
will
group
around
me
,
and
one
will
relieve
another
in
successive
turns
in
standing
on
a
stool
,
his
arms
passed
around
me
to
keep
me
from
swinging
like
a
pendulum
,
his
ear
pressed
close
to
my
chest
,
while
he
counts
my
fading
heart-beats
.
Sometimes
twenty
minutes
elapse
after
the
trap
is
sprung
ere
the
heart
stops
beating
.
Oh
,
trust
me
,
they
make
most
scientifically
sure
that
a
man
is
dead
once
they
get
him
on
a
rope
.
I
still
wander
aside
from
my
narrative
to
ask
a
question
or
two
of
society
.
I
have
a
right
so
to
wander
and
so
to
question
,
for
in
a
little
while
they
are
going
to
take
me
out
and
do
this
thing
to
me
.
If
the
neck
of
the
victim
be
broken
by
the
alleged
shrewd
arrangement
of
knot
and
noose
,
and
by
the
alleged
shrewd
calculation
of
the
weight
of
the
victim
and
the
length
of
slack
,
then
why
do
they
manacle
the
arms
of
the
victim
?
Society
,
as
a
whole
,
is
unable
to
answer
this
question
.
But
I
know
why
;
so
does
any
amateur
who
ever
engaged
in
a
lynching
bee
and
saw
the
victim
throw
up
his
hands
,
clutch
the
rope
,
and
ease
the
throttle
of
the
noose
about
his
neck
so
that
he
might
breathe
.
Another
question
I
will
ask
of
the
smug
,
cotton-wooled
member
of
society
,
whose
soul
has
never
strayed
to
the
red
hells
.
Why
do
they
put
the
black
cap
over
the
head
and
the
face
of
the
victim
ere
they
drop
him
through
the
trap
?
Please
remember
that
in
a
short
while
they
will
put
that
black
cap
over
my
head
.
So
I
have
a
right
to
ask
.
Do
they
,
your
hang-dogs
,
O
smug
citizen
,
do
these
your
hang-dogs
fear
to
gaze
upon
the
facial
horror
of
the
horror
they
perpetrate
for
you
and
ours
and
at
your
behest
?
Please
remember
that
I
am
not
asking
this
question
in
the
twelve-hundredth
year
after
Christ
,
nor
in
the
time
of
Christ
,
nor
in
the
twelve-hundredth
year
before
Christ
.
I
,
who
am
to
be
hanged
this
year
,
the
nineteen-hundred-and-thirteenth
after
Christ
,
ask
these
questions
of
you
who
are
assumably
Christ
's
followers
,
of
you
whose
hang-dogs
are
going
to
take
me
out
and
hide
my
face
under
a
black
cloth
because
they
dare
not
look
upon
the
horror
they
do
to
me
while
I
yet
live
.
And
now
back
to
the
situation
in
the
dungeons
.
When
the
last
guard
departed
and
the
outer
door
clanged
shut
,
all
the
forty
beaten
,
disappointed
men
began
to
talk
and
ask
questions
.
But
,
almost
immediately
,
roaring
like
a
bull
in
order
to
be
heard
,
Skysail
Jack
,
a
giant
sailor
of
a
lifer
,
ordered
silence
while
a
census
could
be
taken
.
The
dungeons
were
full
,
and
dungeon
by
dungeon
,
in
order
of
dungeons
,
shouted
out
its
quota
to
the
roll-call
.
Thus
,
every
dungeon
was
accounted
for
as
occupied
by
trusted
convicts
,
so
that
there
was
no
opportunity
for
a
stool
to
be
hidden
away
and
listening
.
Of
me
,
only
,
were
the
convicts
dubious
,
for
I
was
the
one
man
who
had
not
been
in
the
plot
.
They
put
me
through
a
searching
examination
.
I
could
but
tell
them
how
I
had
just
emerged
from
dungeon
and
jacket
in
the
morning
,
and
without
rhyme
or
reason
,
so
far
as
I
could
discover
,
had
been
put
back
in
the
dungeon
after
being
out
only
several
hours
.
My
record
as
an
incorrigible
was
in
my
favour
,
and
soon
they
began
to
talk
.
As
I
lay
there
and
listened
,
for
the
first
time
I
learned
of
the
break
that
had
been
a-hatching
.
