The officer, arm outstretched against the wall, leaning, with legs crossed awaits his answer with honest curiosity in the atmosphere of congenial conversation

Prisoner No. 12: I’m quite aware that it’s all foolhardiness – fooled myself hard. But, look, you read these things in books, if it weren’t for us, these would be dead tales, figure the life flowing in the lived story and even when related; even fiction quickens. Ha, your history is full of the histories of others, my history is in your history.

The lived story ends where the actor ends – end or suspend; the told story ends where the story ends

The officer curls his right angulus oris at the understanding, agreement and the wordplay