In Times Which Seem Like Self-Psychotherapy He Says To Himself:
Novel: Times 1–4, Chapter 46
I don’t know how I achieve that
Only four more hours of solitude until I escape to my bed, until I enter the rich lands, of deep sleep, and fantastic dreams. All in all I haven’t coped too well in solitary confinement; I have found distraction, I have sought out interruption, I have found myself waiting, I have found myself longing.