How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure. Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one will only in time come to hate. In this there is also a residue of belief that during the move the master will chance along the corridor, look at the prisoner and say: This man is not to be locked up again. He is to come with me." Franz Kafka, Blue Octavo Notebooks The thing that irks me the most is this shattered prison, after all. I'm tired of being enclosed here. I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it. Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights The world is a...