text:  "Life!" he exclaimed; "I understand this generosity! To consign a man to a breathless dungeon without light or air--to send him to eternal winter to a night never illumined by a star--to bury him alive in the bowels of the earth--to take from him not only the power to act not only the means of life but even the privilege of telling his kinsmen of his sad lot--to deny him not only the right to complain but even the power of murmuring his sorrow to the wind