XXV + 

The iron does not even rattle⁠—so strong it is. And it is cold to the touch like someone’s icy heart. Silent is also the stone of the walls⁠—so proud it is, so everlasting and mighty. At the appointed time comes the jailer and flings at me my food like at a savage beast. And I show my teeth⁠—why should I not show my teeth? I am starved and naked. And the clock is striking. + 

Art thou content, O Man, my master? + 