NotuntilbackinmyowncellandconsciousnesswasIabletomullthethingoverandrealizethatjustaswasJakeOppenheimer，sowasEdMorrell，sowasI。AndIcouldnotbutthrillasIglimpsedthevastitudeofspiritthatinhabitedthesefrail，perishingcarcassesofus——thethreeincorrigiblesofsolitary。Fleshisacheap，vainthing。Grassisflesh，andfleshbecomesgrass；butthespiritisthethingthatabidesandsurvives。Ihavenopatiencewiththeseflesh-worshippers。AtasteofsolitaryinSanQuentinwouldswiftlyconvertthemtoadueappreciationandworshipofthespirit。
ButtoreturntomyexperiencemOppenheimer’scell。Hisbodywasthatofamanlongdeadandshrivelledbydesertheat。Theskinthatcovereditwasofthecolourofdrymud。Hissharp，yellow-
grayeyesseemedtheonlypartofhimthatwasalive。Theywereneveratrest。Helayonhisback，andtheeyesdartedhitherandthither，followingtheflightoftheseveralfliesthatdisportedinthegloomyairabovehim。Inoted，too，ascar，justabovehisrightelbow，andanotherscaronhisrightankle。
Afteratimeheyawned，rolledoveronhisside，andinspectedanangry-lookingsorejustabovehiship。Thisheproceededtocleanseanddressbythecrudemethodsmeninsolitarymustemploy。I
recognizedthesoreasoneofthesortcausedbythestrait-jacket。