'The books available in the library are trash. My needs are
different. Why haven't I been allowed the two Dostoyevsky novels you've
received for me?'
'They're safely locked away. You'll have them when you're released.'
'I won't need them then, will I?'
'Crime and Punishment and The Idiot are hardly suitable
reading matter for a boy in this establishment. Your feet are disgusting,
Archer. You are impudent and foolish! I know vegetarians who don't eat meat,
but it doesn't stop them wearing shoes!'
'Then they can't be very sincere people, can they, matron?'
'Is that all?'
'Yes, well ... it might all be resolved soon. The feet, I
mean, and diet. I'm thinking of becoming a Sikh.'
'No doubt the governor will have something to say about
that.'
'Matron ... know what I used to do with my girlfriend?'
'Are you being insolent?'
'Hold hands. We used to hold hands.'
'Is there anything else you wish to discuss, Archer? I have
work to do.'
'Don't think so, matron. We keep getting through the days,
somehow. You know ... when I was last in the Block, seven days' solitary down
there, madam ... after much insistence, they gave me - besides the beating -
they gave me my right to a book. It was the Bible.'
'Good. You'll come to no harm with that.'


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