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It
seems
I
am
a
very
important
man
this
day
.
Quite
a
lot
of
people
are
suddenly
interested
in
me
...
.
The
doctor
has
just
gone
.
He
has
taken
my
pulse
.
I
asked
him
to
.
It
is
normal
...
.
I
write
these
random
thoughts
,
and
,
a
sheet
at
a
time
,
they
start
on
their
secret
way
out
beyond
the
walls
...
.
I
am
the
calmest
man
in
the
prison
.
I
am
like
a
child
about
to
start
on
a
journey
.
I
am
eager
to
be
gone
,
curious
for
the
new
places
I
shall
see
.
This
fear
of
the
lesser
death
is
ridiculous
to
one
who
has
gone
into
the
dark
so
often
and
lived
again
...
.
The
Warden
with
a
quart
of
champagne
.
I
have
dispatched
it
down
Murderers
Row
.
Queer
,
is
n't
it
,
that
I
am
so
considered
this
last
day
.
It
must
be
that
these
men
who
are
to
kill
me
are
themselves
afraid
of
death
.
To
quote
Jake
Oppenheimer
:
I
,
who
am
about
to
die
,
must
seem
to
them
something
God-awful
...
.
Ed
Morrell
has
just
sent
word
in
to
me
.
They
tell
me
he
has
paced
up
and
down
all
night
outside
the
prison
wall
.
Being
an
ex-convict
,
they
have
red-taped
him
out
of
seeing
me
to
say
good-bye
.
Savages
?
I
do
n't
know
.
Possibly
just
children
.
I
'll
wager
most
of
them
will
be
afraid
to
be
alone
in
the
dark
to-night
after
stretching
my
neck
.
But
Ed
Morrell
's
message
:
"
My
hand
is
in
yours
,
old
pal
.
I
know
you
'll
swing
off
game
.
"
...
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reporters
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