When I'm forced by circumstances to be in a crowd of prisoners, it's all I can do to refrain from attack.

When I'm forced by circumstances to be in a crowd of prisoners, it's all I can do to refrain from attack.

As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing.

My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent.

The other inmates stand in a long straight line, flanked by guards, and I am dragged past them. I do not respect them, because they will not run - will not try to escape.

I think we should refrain from further comment.