Alexander Berkman,
Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist…
(1912)
“ The loneliness seems heavier, the void more painful.The routine is violently disturbed. Reading and study are burdensome: my thoughts will not be compelled. They revert obstinately to my comrades, and storm against my steel cage, trying to pierce the distance, to commune with the absent: I seek diversion in the manufacture of prison "fancy work," ornamental little fruit baskets, diminutive articles of furniture, picture frames, and the like. ”
