Life in prison was so dreary, a convict is a creature by nature so eager for freedom, and from his social position so careless and reckless, that "to have his fling for all he is worth," to spend all his fortune carousing with noise and music and so to forget his depression, if only for the moment, naturally attracts him. -from Fyodor Dostoevsky's "The House of the Dead"
Soon.
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