There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind… - Upton Sinclair

Jurgis stood upright; trembling with passion, his hands clenched and his arms upraised, his whole soul ablaze with hatred and defiance. Ten thousand curses upon them and their law! Their justice — it was a lie, it was a lie, a hideous, brutal lie, a thing too black and hateful for any world but a world of nightmares. It was a sham and a loathsome mockery. There was no justice, there was no right, anywhere in it — it was only force, it was tyranny, the will and the power, reckless and unrestrained!

In the beginning he had assumed that they did it out of the goodness of their hearts; but now that he had looked into their hearts, he rejected the explanation.

So he went on, tearing up all the flowers from the garden of his soul, and setting his heel upon them.