I　must　admit　that　Hutchins　did　his　best。
  〃You　WILL　lie　about　me；〃　the　Warden　raved；　the　flush　of　wine　and
  wrath　flooding　ruddier　into　his　face。　　〃Now　see　what　you　get　for　it。
  Your　number　is　taken　at　last；　Standing。　　This　is　your　finish。　　Do
  you　hear？　　This　is　your　finish。〃
  〃A　favour；　Warden；〃　I　whispered　faintly。　　Faint　I　was。　　Perforce　I
  was　nearly　unconscious　from　the　fearful　constriction。　　〃Make　it　a
  triple　jacketing；〃　I　managed　to　continue；　while　the　cell　walls
  swayed　and　reeled　about　me　and　while　I　fought　with　all　my　will　to
  hold　to　my　consciousness　that　was　being　squeezed　out　of　me　by　the
  jackets。　　〃Another　jacket　。　。　。　Warden　。　。　。　It　。　。　。　will　。　。　。　be
  。　。　。　so　。　。　。　much　。　。　。　er　。　。　。　warmer。〃
  And　my　whisper　faded　away　as　I　ebbed　down　into　the　little　death。
  I　was　never　the　same　man　after　that　double…jacketing。　　Never　again；
  to　this　day；　no　matter　what　my　food；　was　I　properly　nurtured。　　I
  suffered　internal　injuries　to　an　extent　I　never　cared　to
  investigate。　　The　old　pain　in　my　ribs　and　stomach　is　with　me　now　as
  I　write　these　lines。　　But　the　poor；　maltreated　machinery　has　served
  its　purpose。　　It　has　enabled　me　to　live　thus　far；　and　it　will　enable
  me　to　live　the　little　longer　to　the　day　they　take　me　out　in　the
  shirt　without　a　collar　and　stretch　my　neck　with　the　well…stretched
  rope。
  But　the　double…jacketing　was　the　last　straw。　　It　broke　down　Warden
  Atherton。　　He　surrendered　to　the　demonstration　that　I　was
  unkillable。　　As　I　told　him　once：
  〃The　only　way　you　can　get　me；　Warden；　is　to　sneak　in　here　some　night
  with　a　hatchet。〃
  Jake　Oppenheimer　was　responsible　for　a　good　one　on　the　Warden　which
  I　must　relate：
  〃I　say；　Warden；　it　must　be　straight　hell　for　you　to　have　to　wake　up
  every　morning　with　yourself　on　your　pillow。〃
  And　Ed　Morrell　to　the　Warden：
  〃Your　mother　must　have　been　damn　fond　of　children　to　have　raised
  you。〃
  It　was　really　an　offence　to　me　when　the　jacketing　ceased。　　I　sadly
  missed　that　dream　world　of　mine。　　But　not　for　long。　　I　found　that　I
  could　suspend　animation　by　the　exercise　of　my　will；　aided
  mechanically　by　constricting　my　chest　and　abdomen　with　the　blanket。
  Thus　I　induced　physiological　and　psychological　states　similar　to
  those　caused　by　the　jacket。　　So；　at　will；　and　without　the　old
  torment；　I　was　free　to　roam　through　time。
  Ed　Morrell　believed　all　my　adventures；　but　Jake　Oppenheimer　remained
  sceptical　to　the　last。　　It　was　during　my　third　year　in　solitary　that
  I　paid　Oppenheimer　a　visit。　　I　was　never　able　to　do　it　but　that
  once；　and　that　one　time　was　wholly　unplanned　and　unexpected。
  It　was　merely　after　unconsciousness　had　come　to　me　that　I　found
  myself　in　his　cell。　　My　body；　I　knew；　lay　in　the　jacket　back　in　my
  own　cell。　　Although　never　before　had　I　seen　him；　I　knew　that　this
  man　was　Jake　Oppenheimer。　　It　was　summer　weather；　and　he　lay　without
  clothes　on　top　his　blanket。　　I　was　shocked　by　his　cadaverous　face
  and　skeleton…like　body。　　He　was　not　even　the　shell　of　a　man。　　He　was
  merely　the　structure　of　a　man；　the　bones　of　a　man；　still　cohering；
  stripped　practically　of　all　flesh　and　covered　with　a　parchment…like
  skin。
  Not　until　back　in　my　own　cell　and　consciousness　was　I　able　to　mull
  the　thing　over　and　realize　that　just　as　was　Jake　Oppenheimer；　so　was
  Ed　Morrell；　so　was　I。　　And　I　could　not　but　thrill　as　I　glimpsed　the
  vastitude　of　spirit　that　inhabited　these　frail；　perishing　carcasses
  of　usthe　three　incorrigibles　of　solitary。　　Flesh　is　a　cheap；　vain
  thing。　　Grass　is　flesh；　and　flesh　becomes　grass；　but　the　spirit　is
  the　thing　that　abides　and　survives。　　I　have　no　patience　with　these
  flesh…worshippers。　　A　taste　of　solitary　in　San　Quentin　would　swiftly
  convert　them　to　a　due　appreciation　and　worship　of　the　spirit。
  But　to　return　to　my　experience　m　Oppenheimer's　cell。　　His　body　was
  that　of　a　man　long　dead　and　shrivelled　by　desert　heat。　　The　skin
  that　covered　it　was　of　the　colour　of　dry　mud。　　His　sharp；　yellow…
  gray　eyes　seemed　the　only　part　of　him　that　was　alive。　　They　were
  never　at　rest。　　He　lay　on　his　back；　and　the　eyes　darted　hither　and
  thither；　following　the　flight　of　the　several　flies　that　disported　in
  the　gloomy　air　above　him。　　I　noted；　too；　a　scar；　just　above　his
  right　elbow；　and　another　scar　on　his　right　ankle。
  After　a　time　he　yawned；　rolled　over　on　his　side；　and　inspected　an
  angry…looking　sore　just　above　his　hip。　　This　he　proceeded　to　cleanse
  and　dress　by　the　crude　methods　men　in　solitary　must　employ。　　I
  recognized　the　sore　as　one　of　the　sort　caused　by　the　strait…jacket。
  On　my　body；　at　this　moment　of　writing；　are　hundreds　of　scars　of　the
  jacket。
  Next；　Oppenheimer　rolled　on　his　back；　gingerly　took　one　of　his　front
  upper　toothan　eye　teethbetween　thumb　and　forefinger；　and
  consideratively　moved　it　back　and　forth。　　Again　he　yawned；　stretched
  his　arms；　rolled　over；　and　knocked　the　call　to　Ed　Morrell。
  I　read　the　code　as　a　matter　of　course。
  〃Thought　you　might　be　awake；〃　Oppenheimer　tapped。　　〃How　goes　it　with
  the　Professor？〃
  Then；　dim　and　far；　I　could　hear　Morrell's　taps　enunciating　that　they
  had　put　me　in　the　jacket　an　hour　before；　and　that；　as　usual；　I　was
  already　deaf　to　all　knuckle　talk。
  〃He　is　a　good　guy；〃　Oppenheimer　rapped　on。　　〃I　always　was　suspicious
  of　educated　mugs；　but　he　ain't　been　hurt　none　by　his　education。　　He
  is　sure　square。　　Got　all　the　spunk　in　the　world；　and　you　could　not
  get　him　to　squeal　or　double　cross　in　a　million　years。〃
  To　all　of　which；　and　with　amplification；　Ed　Morrell　agreed。　　And　I
  must；　right　here；　ere　I　go　a　word　further；　say　that　I　have　lived
  many　years　and　many　lives；　and　that　in　those　many　lives　I　have　known
  proud　moments；　but　that　the　proudest　moment　I　have　ever　known　was
  the　moment　when　my　two　comrades　in　solitary　passed　this　appraisal　of
  me。　　Ed　Morrell　and　Jake　Oppenheimer　were　great　spirits；　and　in　all
  time　no　greater　honour　was　ever　accorded　me　than　this　admission　of
  me　to　their　comradeship。　　Kings　have　knighted　me；　emperors　have
  ennobled　me；　and；　as　king　myself；　I　have　known　stately　moments。　　Yet
  of　it　all　nothing　do　I　adjudge　so　splendid　as　this　accolade
  delivered　by　two　lifers　in　solitary　deemed　by　the　world　as　the　very
  bottom…most　of　the　human　cesspool。
  Afterwards；　recuperating　from　this　particular　bout　with　the　jacket；
  I　brought　up　my　visit　to　Jake's　cell　as　a　proof　that　my　spirit　did
  leave　my　body。　　But　Jake　was　unshakable。
  〃It　is　guessing　that　is　more　than　guessing；〃　was　his　reply；　when　I
  had　described　to　him　his　successive　particular　actions　at　the　time
  my　spirit　had　been　in　his　cell。　　〃It　is　figuring。　　You　have　been
  close　to　three　years　in　solitary　yourself；　Professor；　and　you　can
  come　pretty　near　to　figuring　what　any　guy　will　do　to　be　killing
  time。　　There　ain't　a　thing　you　told　me　that　you　and　Ed　ain't　done
  thousands　of　times；　from　lying　with　your　clothes　off　in　hot　weather
  to　watching　flies；　tending　sores；　and　rapping。〃
  Morrell　sided　with　me；　but　it　was　no　use。
  〃Now　don't　take　it　hard；　Professor；〃　Jake　tapped。　　〃I　ain't　saying
  you　lied。　　I　just　say　you　get　to　dreaming　and　figuring　in　the　jacket
  without　knowing　you're　doing　it。　　I　know　you　believe　what　you　say；
  and　that　you　think　it　happened；　but　it　don't　buy　nothing　with　me。
  You　figure　it；　but　you　don't　know　you　figure　itthat　is　something
  you　know　all　the　time；　though　you　don't　know　you　know　it　until　you
  get　into　them　dreamy；　woozy　states。〃
  〃Hold　on；　Jake；〃　I　tapped。　　〃You　know　I　have　never　seen　you　with　my
  own　eyes。　　Is　that　right？〃
  〃I　got　to　take　your　word　for　it；　Professor。　　You　might　have　seen　me
  and　not　known　it　was　me。〃
  〃The　point　is；〃　I　continued；　〃not　having　seen　you　with　your　clothes
  off；　nevertheless　I　am　able　to　tell　you　about　that　scar　above　your
  right　elbow；　and　that　scar　on　your　right　ankle。〃
  〃Oh；　shucks；〃　was　his　reply。　　〃You'll　find　all　that　in　my　prison
  description　and　along　with　my　mug　in　the　rogues'　gallery。　　They　is
  thousands　of　chiefs　of　police　and　detectives　know　all　that　stuff。〃
  〃I　never　heard　of　it；〃　I　assured　him。
  〃You　don't　remember　that　you　ever　heard　of　it；〃　he　corrected。　　〃But
  you　must　have　just　the　same。　　Though　you　have　forgotten　about　it；
  the　information　is　in　your　brain　all　right；　stored　away　for
  reference；　only　you've　forgot　where　it　is　stored。　　You've　got　to　get
  woozy　in　order　to　remember。〃
  〃Did　you　ever　forget　a　man's　name　you　used　to　know　as　well　as　your
  own　brother's？　　I　have。　　There　was　a　little　juror　that　convicted　me
  in　Oakland　the　time　I　got　handed　my　fifty…years。　　And　one　day　I
  found　I'd　forgotten　his　name。　　Why；　bo；　I　lay　here　for　weeks
  puzzling　for　it。　　Now；　just　because　I　could　not　dig　it　out　of　my
  memory　box　was　no　sign　it　was　not　there。　　It　was　mislaid；　that　was
  all。　　And　to　prove　it；　one　day；　when　I　was　not　even　thinking　about
  it；　it　popped　right　out　of　my　brain　to　the　tip　of　my　tongue。
  'Stacy；'　I　said　right　out　loud。