Since the decision has already been made, I see little point in further discussion.

That the Laystalls be removed as far as may be out of the City, and common Passages, and that no Nightman or other be suffered to empty a Vault into any Garden near about the City.

There are only a few whispers here and there, and sometimes one or two who are so crazed by the experience that they talk—of torture […] but they don’t give details. […] Men too, sodomized with bottles; some, their testicles crushed, nor can they talk about it, except when the “craziness” overtakes them.

There was I a dragoon, roving, unsettled, not self-made like him, but self-unmade—all my earlier advantages thrown away, all my little learning unlearnt, nothing picked up but what unfitted me for most things that I could think of.