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The woman was sent off to the workhouse, and we others into the spike.
It was a gloomy, chilly, limewashed place, consisting only of a bathroom and dining-room and about a hundred narrow stone cells.
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THE SPIKE (1931) A HANGING (1931) BOOKSHOP MEMORIES (1936) SHOOTING AN ELEPHANT (1936) DOWN THE MINE (1937) (FROM “THE ROAD TO WIGAN PIER”) NORTH AND SOUTH (1937) (FROM “THE ROAD TO WIGAN PIER”) SPILLING THE SPANISH BEANS (1937) MARRAKECH (1939) BOYS’ WEEKLIES AND FRANK RICHARDS’S REPLY (1940) CHARLES DICKENS (1940) CHARLES READE (1940) INSIDE THE WHALE (1940) THE ART OF DONALD MCGILL (1941) THE LION AND THE UNICORN: SOCIALISM AND THE ENGLISH GENIUS (1941) WELLS, HITLER AND THE WORLD STATE (1941) LOOKING BACK ON THE SPANISH WAR (1942) RUDYARD KIPLING (1942) MARK TWAIN–THE LICENSED JESTER (1943) POETRY AND THE MICROPHONE (1943) W B YEATS (1943) ARTHUR KOESTLER (1944) BENEFIT OF CLERGY: SOME NOTES ON SALVADOR DALI (1944) RAFFLES AND MISS BLANDISH (1944) ANTISEMITISM IN BRITAIN (1945) FREEDOM OF THE PARK (1945) FUTURE OF A RUINED GERMANY (1945) GOOD BAD BOOKS (1945) IN DEFENCE OF P. WODEHOUSE (1945) NONSENSE POETRY (1945) NOTES ON NATIONALISM (1945) REVENGE IS SOUR (1945) THE SPORTING SPIRIT (1945) YOU AND THE ATOMIC BOMB (1945) A GOOD WORD FOR THE VICAR OF BRAY (1946) A NICE CUP OF TEA (1946) BOOKS VS.
You couldn't call your soul your own when he was about, and many a tramp had he kicked out in the middle of the night for giving a back answer.
Some of the men refused the bath, and washed only their 'toe-rags', the horrid, greasy little clouts which tramps bind round their feet.
Then the Tramp Major served us with three cotton blankets each, and drove us off to our cells for the night.
The doors were locked on the outside a little before seven in the evening, and would stay locked for the next twelve hours.
You'd get seven days for going into the spike with eightpence!
' So I buried my money in a hole under the hedge, marking the spot with a lump of flint.