No, dearheart. It won't be.

I may not be guilty of every thing I have been accused of. My imprisonment may have been unlawful and my jailers inhumane. But I am not the man that without war and dungeon might have been a better person and an equal among his peers.

What I am, Henry, is a sick old man, who can hardly tell the difference between his nightmares and his waking life.

I need help, and you can't help me.