Saturday, March 05, 2005
Spoon!
It was the bent spoon that showed him the way out. Day after day in the mess hall, looking at that same spoon, he conceived the tunnel, he visualized himself using that spoon to achieve his freedom, one spoonful of dust and grime at a time, and he hammered that spoon into a trowel in his mind so many times that mere execution of the plan was superfluous: He had already engineered his escape where it mattered.
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