‘The boy, observing the lamentations of his mother, said to her, ‘why do you suffer thus?’ ‘Oh my son’, she responded, ‘I have reason to weep. Beyond the prison is our fellow man, and the shining of the sun. Here we are kept in utter darkness, and away from sunlight.’ ‘I am ignorant of all this’, said the boy, ‘because I was born in prison.”
Gesta Romanorum, Tale LXXXVI.
‘Imagine a number of men in chains, all condemned to death. Every day some are butchered in full view of the others. Those who remain see their own condition reflected in the treatment of their fellows. Hopeless, exchanging tormented looks, the survivors await their turn. That is an image of the human condition.’