There are few men who know how to go to their deaths with dignity , and often they not those whom one would expect. Few know how to remain silent and respect the silence of other. Our restless sleep was often interrupted by noisy and futile disputes, by kicks and blows blindly delivered to ward off some encroaching and inevitable contact. Then someone would light a candle, and its mournful flicker would reveal an obscure agitation, a human mass, extended across the floor, confused and continuous, sluggish and aching, rising here and there in sudden convulsions and immediately collapsing again in exhaustion.