GERALD. Wentworth's right. You can make what you like of it. You
can be miserable anywhere, if you let yourself be. You can be happy
anywhere, if you try to be.

WENTWORTH (to lead him on). I can't quite see myself being actually
happy in prison, Gerald.

GERALD. I could, Wentworth, I swear I could.

BOB. He'd get popular with the warders; he'd love that.

GERALD (smiling). Silly old ass! But there are lots of things one
can do in prison, only no one ever seems to think of them. (He gets
interested and begins to walk up and down the room.) Now take this
solitary confinement there's so much fuss about. If you look at it
the right way, there's nothing in it at all.

WENTWORTH. A bit boring, perhaps.

GERALD. Boring? Nonsense. You're allowed one book a week from the
prison library, aren't you?

WENTWORTH. You know, you mustn't think that, because I'm a
barrister, I know all about the inside of a prison.

GERALD. Well, suppose you are allowed one, and you choose a French
dictionary, and try to learn it off by heart before you come out.
Why, it's the chance of a lifetime to learn French.