He had to get up in the morning at 10 o'clock at night, half an hour before he went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day writing his first draft and pay the prison warden for permission to write in his own blood, and then when he got released, his publisher, who was also him, would kill him and then dance about on his grave singing "Hallelujah" before forcing him to write out his second draft longhand in the dirt with the tip of his own tongue!