:52:02
I say, Iike yourseIves. . .
:52:05
. . .scream. . .
:52:07
. . .in endIess and
unendurabIe agony.
:52:11
Their skin. . .
:52:13
. . .rotting and peeIing.
:52:16
A firebaII. . .
:52:17
. . .spinning in their
screaming guts!
:52:20
I know. Yes, I know!
:52:29
AII right, you Iot!
We'II end by singing hymn 258. . .
:52:32
. . .in the prisoner's hymnaI.
:52:34
And Iet's have a IittIe reverence,
you bastards!
:52:39
I was a wandering sheep
:52:43
-Sing up, damn you!
-I did not love the fold
:52:46
Louder!
:52:49
I did not love my shepherd's voice
:52:55
I would not be controlled
:53:00
Louder!
:53:01
It had not been edifying.
Indeed not.
:53:04
Being in this hellhole
and human zoo for two years now.
:53:08
Being kicked and tolchoked
by brutal warders...
:53:12
...and meeting leering criminals
and perverts...
:53:15
...ready to dribble all over...
:53:17
...a luscious young malchick
like your storyteller.
:53:25
It was my rabbit...
:53:27
... to help the prison charlie
with the Sunday service.
:53:30
He was a bolshy,
great burly bastard.
:53:33
But he was very fond of myself,
me being very young...
:53:36
...and also now very interested
in the Big Book.
:53:59
I read all about the scourging
and the crowning with thorns.