And I did meet in myprison journey quite a lot of double Richards, people who were bitter against judges, juries, witnesses and so on, and they went on, as it were, serving their sentence twice.
But even Anne Marie seemed happy enough after a while, and if prison was my first not entirely unpleasant exile from the world, then this was my second, and not once was I rec-ognized as the man who burned down the Emily Dickinson House, et cetera, and not once did I hear that voice, the voice inside me that asked, What else?