He thought about life. You never really got what you wanted. No matter how you tried you made mistakes and could never get past them. You could never see the sky and the ocean because you were locked in a prison, except that nobody called it a prison.
Oh dear. The Prison. Another short story with a decidedly cynical tone – but this time there is none of the black humour of Sredni Vashtar or The Phoenix. This time, it’s just bleak, bleak, bleak. Fate, historical inevitability or our own natures forms a ‘prison’ – oh, and no good deed goes unpunished.
