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We Are Turning Our Prisons Into Living Tombs, Inhabited By Doomed Men Living In Everlasting Blank Despair.

Every Instinct That Is Found In Any Man Is In All Men. The Strength Of The Emotion May Not Be So Overpowering, The Barriers Against Possession Not So Insurmountable, The Urge To Accomplish The Desire Less Keen. With Some, Inhibitions And Urges May Be Neutralized By Other Tendencies. But With Every Being The Primal Emotions Are There. All Men Have An Emotion To Kill; When They Strongly Dislike Some One They Involuntarily Wish He Was Dead. I Have Never Killed Any One, But I Have Read Some Obituary Notices With Great Satisfaction.

Criminal Cases Receive The Attention Of The Press. The Cruel And Disagreeable Things Of Life Are More Apt To Get The Newspaper Space Than The Pleasant Ones. It Must Be That Most People Enjoy Hearing Of And Reading About The Troubles Of Others. Perhaps Men Unconsciously Feel That They Rise In The General Level As Others Go Down.

I Am Sure Of Very Little, And I Shouldn't Be Surprised If Those Things Were Wrong.