really.â
âI always hoped that prisons were in some way having a positive influence on the people inside them.â
âIâm afraid you couldnât be more wrong, Mrs. Helm. Does that offend you?â
âNo.â
âYou have no idea, Iâm afraid, what it feels like to try to understand how a single thoughtless action should result in years and years of living in a cage while fools with tiny brains poke you with sharpened sticks.â
âYouâre right,â said Winnie. âI have no idea.â
âWhat can I say? I feel small about the resentment I feel. Some guys who get sent to prison, they know as soon as the door closes behind them that theyâll be treated like lizards. Itâs fools like me who imagine that some degree of respect and dignity should still govern the way peoplerelate to each other, even in here. I canât get over it. Why, for instance, do they search visitors when they donât even end up in the same building with the person theyâre visiting? Itâs unnecessary, but they do it anyway. Why do they search our rooms and throw things all over when nothing comes in that has not been inspected? They have rules for everything, but no one can tell you why using the telephone here costs ten times what everyone else pays. Why is that? Go ahead, ask them. They donât know. There are countless things like that, and it makes me angry. I canât help it.â
âAnger is never constructive,â said Winnie, âthough I often canât avoid it either.â
âAnger proves Iâm still alive,â said Blake.
Winnie looked at the wristwatch strapped loosely around her thin wrist. âIâm afraid my time is almost up. Iâll be back though. I promise to visit you again. You have my word.â
âLook, Mrs. Helm,â he said. âI mean, you did it once and I appreciate it, but you donât need to come again. Itâs against nature. This is a human garbage pit. Donât come back.â
âIâm coming back,â said Winnie.
âGood,â said Blake.
âIs there anything you would like me to bring next time? Iâm sure there are many things, but please limit yourself to things that are inexpensive, not difficult to obtain, and meet the narrow requirements of the prison. Letâs say three things.â
âThree things?â
âYes, three things.â
âBooks, books, and books. Iâll pay you back someday.â
âDo you like to read?â
âYou have no idea.â
âAm I allowed to bring books in here?â
âTheyâll make it as difficult as they possibly can, believe me. They canât help themselves, but please, please bring me some books.â
âWhat kind of books?â she asked.
âAny books are better than none, of course, even books written without much thoughtâflavorless fantasies relying on clichés and stereotypes. Iâll read those too, but what I really want are thick books with fine print, difficult sentences, long words, and enormous ideas, books writtenin a feverish hand by writers who hate the world yet canât keep from loving it, whose feelings so demand to be understood that if they didnât write them down they would go blind. Bring me books by women who have fallen out of step with society and refuse to march and sing the old songs. Books by men who through terrifying sacrifice overcome all the challenges set before them but one. Find me books by sensualists who drink their cups dry every time and yet never figure out why theyâre so thirsty, and books by pious men and women who continue to believe that being good will save them. Bring me books about people in love, people so passionate about each other they will stand against family, community, country, fortune, and fame in order to be together, and books about people who donât have a chance in hell yet somehow find one. Bring
Bertina Mars
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