Prisoner No. 12 on floor, in trance: “Nobody likes me but that’s okay cos I don’t like you all anyway”

Such a saying, even though a psychological compensation, a dog biscuit, only makes you weaker, my friend. You never or quit to attempt to assuage the hostility towards you. There’s a limit to which you can go, of course, but there’s a limit to which they can go – show them that limit and show the stronger man; through fire and rain to the tender, soothing garment

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