The officer-prisoners have nothing to do to keep themselves busy. The conventions forbid making us work. It is our damnation. We would be delighted to dig up potatoes or more gravel, but these distractions are forbidden to us. What does one do to kill so much time? Some poor fellows, not in the habit of using their brains in order to fill in their leisure time, have never gotten the hang of it. There is one guy whose sole activity consists of announcing the time. He learns that it is 2:45 or 5:30 and believes he has to inform his companions about it, a good way to exasperate his fellow prisoners to the point where one explodes.
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