Foh me! Foh me!”
And then Clyde, unable to get away from his own thoughts, turning again.
Condemned to die!
He.
And this was the end as to Sondra.
He could feel it.
Farewell.
“Although she is never to see you again.”
He threw himself on his couch — not to weep but to rest — he felt so weary.
Lycurgus.
Fourth Lake. Bear Lake. Laughter — kisses — smiles.
What was to have been in the fall of the preceding year.
And now — a year later.
But then — that young Jew.
There was some religious chant into which he fell when his mental tortures would no longer endure silence. And oh, how sad.
Many of the prisoners had cried out against it.
And yet, oh, how appropriate now, somehow.
“I have been evil.
I have been unkind.
I have lied.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
I have been unfaithful.
My heart has been wicked.
I have joined with those who have done evil things.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
I have stolen.
I have been false.
I have been cruel!
Oh! Oh! Oh!”
And the voice of Big Tom Rooney sentenced for killing Thomas Tighe, a rival for the hand of an underworld girl.
“For Christ’s sake!
I know you feel bad.
But so do I.
Oh, for God’s sake, don’t do that!”
Clyde, on his cot, his thoughts responding rhythmically to the chant of the Jew — and joining with him silently —“I have been evil.
I have been unkind.
I have lied.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
I have been unfaithful.
My heart has been wicked.
I have joined with those who have done evil things.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
I have been false.
I have been cruel.
I have sought to murder.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
And for what?
A vain — impossible dream!
Oh! Oh! Oh! . . .
Oh! Oh! Oh! . . .”