...ver happened to them. One day I found a piece of laurel wood, and made a spoon which I still keep as a memento of that dismal time. I also marked my tin can with my name, and around the rim I cut Lovelace 's lines, Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage, and thought as I did so that the poet did not know about these things. In some way or other, three books had escaped the clutches o...