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Chapter 2
Wordsaresocrude,soterriblyprimitivecomparedtodrawing,painting,sculpture."IsatonmybedandhesatbythedoorandwetalkedandItriedtopersuadehimtousehismoneytoeducatehimselfandhesaidhewouldbutIdidn’tfeelconvinced."Likeamessydaub.
Liketryingtodrawwithabrokenlead.
Allthisismyownthinking.
IneedtoseeG.P.He’dtellmethenamesoftenbookswhereit’sallsaidmuchbetter.
HowIhateignorance!Caliban’signorance,myignorance,theworld’signorance!Oh,Icouldlearnandlearnandlearnandlearn.Icouldcry,Iwanttolearnsomuch.
Gaggedandbound.
I’llputthistobedwhereitlivesunderthemattress.ThenI’llpraytoGodforlearning.
October22nd
Afortnighttoday.Ihavemarkedthedaysonthesideofthescreen,likeRobinsonCrusoe.
Ifeeldepressed.Sleepless.Imust,must,mustescape.
I’mgettingsopale.Ifeelill,weak,allthetime.
Thisterriblesilence.
He’ssowithoutmercy.Soincomprehensible.Whatdoeshewant?Whatistohappen?
HemustseeI’mgettingill.
ItoldhimthiseveningthatImusthavesomedaylight.ImadehimlookatmeandseehowpaleIam.
Tomorrow,tomorrow.Heneversaysnooutright.
TodayI’vebeenthinkinghecouldkeepmehereforever.Itwouldn’tbeverylong,becauseI’ddie.It’sabsurd,it’sdiabolical—butthereisnowayofescape.I’vebeentryingtofindloosestonesagain.Icoulddigatunnelroundthedoor.Icoulddigatunnelrightout.