If only he could put the clock back and be
once more the man who, at the outset of his
imprisonment, had only one thought and one desire: to escape
and return to his former life! But that, he knew,
was out of the question; he had changed too greatly.
Prison had forced on him a detachment which, try as
he might, he couldn’t think away, and which like a
formless fear haunted his mind. Almost he thought that prison
had ended too abruptly, he hadn’t had time to pull
himself together. Freedom was bearing down on him full speed.
Paraphrases from the novel The Plague by Albert Camus.