I hope...

 Andy decided a jailbreak and revenge at last. It was the night when a thunderstorm was intense. The hole which for many years Andy had been continuing digging penetrated the building. Andy appeared outside the prison through there. In the time of the watchman of the prison guard, it has been already grasped. He nailed a stone over the pipe of the sewage pipe with a sound of the thunder and made a hole in a pipe. And he went in the sewage pipe and got away forth. It was distance of only several hundred meters, but I think that the pain of Andy which advanced by lying prone in filth was far beyond imagination.

 After having broken out of prison, Andy cleaned his appearance, and he went to the bank with an innocent look and received large sum of money. It was the money which a director of Shawshank Redemption embezzled. Because it was Andy to have managed, it was an easy thing for him including changing name. And afterwards Andy will be valid as Peter Stevens. In addition, Andy spread the information that the director embezzled in the media. Therefore the director committed suicide for fear of an investigation of the responsibility.

 Several years pass after Andy broke out of prison, I will be discharged from prison. However, I who spent it for many years at a prison was not able to follow a flow in the world. I remembered the place where liked Andy in such a case. And I decided to go there. Therefore I found a letter from Andy.

Dear Red,
 If you’re reading this, then you’re out. One way or another, you’re out. And if you’re followed along this far, you might be willing to come a little further. I think you remember the name of the town, don’t you? I could use a good man to help me get my project on wheels.
 Meantime, have a drink on me ?and do think it over. I will be keeping on the eye out for you. Remember that hope is a thing, Red, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well.
                                                                                     Your friend, Peter Stevens

When I read this letter, I made up my mind to go immediately to Andy. Sure I remember the name Zihuatanejo. A name like that is just too pretty to forget. I find I am excited, I think I it is the excitement that only a free, a free man starting a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain.
 I hope Andy is down there.
 I hope I can make it across the border.
 I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.
 I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
 I hope.

The Real Culprit

One day Andy painted the roof of the prison. Then, Byron Hadley who is the one of the prison guard leaked a complaint. He told anyone that it cost a tax and was to get only a little money after all, though large sum of money was available. Andy which heard it to talk to Hadley without hearing the voice that everybody controlled. Then he said, very softly, to Hadley: "Do you trust  you wife?" Hadley just stared at him. He was starting to get red in the face. Hadley used violence on Andy for anger. However he don't mind it, he have begun to talk about a method to escape from a tax. At first nobody believed his story, but Andy is a former elite bank clerk. The explanation was persuasive. Because Andy wrote himself to the necessary documents, it was said that it did not cost the money to employ a lawyer and a bank clerk. Andy expected only one that  he wanted Hadley to present several beer. Hadley began to gradually believe words of Andy and decided to entrust him. Andy let this succeed and gained the trust from prison guards after all.

Andy was working in the library then. The library of the Shawshank Redemption was good environment. Therefore Andy continued writing a letter every day to increase the number of books in the provincial capital. The effort was rewarded, and the library gradually became a very big thing. In addition, he came to teach convicts the study in a library and pushed forward the acquisition of the qualification of them positively.

Tommy Williams joined our happy little Shawshank family in November of 1962. He was a professional thief. He was married, and there was the child, too. He strongly wished he studied to be reborn, for child and wife and acquired a qualification. And Andy liked such him very much, too. One day Tommy talked to Andy when he had heard from a person in the same profession that himself had murdered two human beings. The one of them who he murdered was Glemn Quentin of the pro golfer. The person in the same profession was the true criminal who caused a crime of Andy. Andy appealed to the director and the prison guards for this story. They were confused very much.  Because Andy became a person necessary for Shawshank Redemption. They are inconvenient when discharged from prison now by Andy. Therefore they suppressed Tommy which knew the truth for muzzle to hide the truth.

Rita Hayworth

In the place such as the prison, bullying exists by all means. Then targeted person images are the always same. They prey is the young, the weak, and the inexperienced...or, as in the case of Andy Dufresne, the weak-looking. In the place where eyes of the monitoring did not arrive, he was always used violence on. Andy especially caught the terrible violence in not having taken an attitude that he flattered them for anyone. Bullies always waited for Andy to become alone. I wish I could say that, but I can't. Prison is no fairy-tale world. Also the guards know about these crimes and just let them be.

One day, Andy decided the revenge to a bully and hit it back so that the bone of the nose of the bully was broken. In addition, the guys who tormented Andy were punished for monitoring in sequence, and the bullying to Andy disappeared temporarily. I don't know what kind of business was carried out in the back. And, I'm not saying Andy Dufresne, but I do know that he brought in five hundred dollars when he come, and he was a banker in the straight world--a man who money can become power.

While he might be like this, the jailbreak plan of Andy advanced. He obtained a big poster of Rita Hayworth to cover the hole of the wall which had begun to open out with a lock hammer.

"Hello, I'm Andy Dufresne."

 "Hello," he said. "I'm Andy Dufresne." He offered his hand and I shook it. He wasn't a man to waste time being social; he got right to the point. "I understand that you're a man who knows how to get things. I agreed that I was able to locate certain items from time to time. "How do you do that?" Andy asked. "Sometimes," I said, "things just seem to come into my hand. I can't explain it. Unless it's because I'm Irish." He smiled a little at that. "I wonder if you could get me a rock-hammer."

 The place called the prison is constructed by some big groups of prisoners. Naturally vertical society exists in that. Most people flatter a person of the top of the group. I thought of Andy Dufresne would have a lot to do with how his time went. He probably knew it, too, but he not kowtowing or sucking up to me, and I respected him for that.

 I think it would be fair to say I liked Andy from the first. Therefore I prepared rock-hammer, his according to demand. If it is usual, cost plus ten per cent is my going rate, but I have to go up some on a dangerous item. For something like the gadget you're talking about, it takes a little more goose-grease to get the wheels turning. I did not know it then, a long time after, I discovered that he had better than five hundred. He had brought it in with him.

 After that, I watched him curiously. He walked a few step, saw something in the dirt, bent over, and picked it up. It was a small rock. Prison fatigues, except for those worn by mechanics when they're on the job, have no pockets. But there are ways to get around that. The little pebble disappeared up Andy's mired him. In spite of the problems he was having, he was going on with his life. There are thousands who don't or won't or can't , and plenty  of them aren't in prison, either. And I noticed that, although his face looked as if a twister had happened to it, his hands were still neat and clean, the nails well-kept. But I did not see much of him, over the next six months; Andy spent a lot of that time in solitary.

Andy first came to me!!

 In the court, a detective explained the modus operandi of the case that Andy caused one after another. Andy Dufresne took the stand in his own defense and told his story calmly, coolly, and dispassionately. During the trial, he was calm from beginning to end.

 Getting a pass out of Shawshank when you've got murder stamped on your admittance-slip is slow work, as slow as a river eroding a rock. Seven men sit on the board, two more than at most state prisons, and every one of those seven has an ass as hard as the water drawn up from a mineral- spring well. You can't buy guys, you can't sweet-talk them, you can't cry for them. As far as the board in here is concerned, money do not talk, and nobody walks. There were other reasons in Andy's case as well... but that belongs a little further along in my story.

 I remember the first time Andy Dufresne goy in touch with me for something; I remember like it was  yesterday. In the summer of 1948 he came around for something else. The truck loading-bays are on the south side of the yard.There are five of them. Shawshank is busy place during the work-week--deliveries in, deliveries out.

 It was on a Sunday that Andy first came to me. I had just finished talking to Elmore Armitage, a fellow who often came in handy to me, about radio when Andy walked up. I knew who he was, of course; he had a requtation foe being a snob and a cool fish. One of the people saying so was Bogs Diamond, a bad man to have on your case. Andy had no cellmate, and I'd heard that just the way he wanted it, although people were already saying he thought his shit smelled sweeter than the ordinary. But I do not have to listen to rumors about a man when I can judge him hor myself.

Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption

 I work as a bagman in federal prison. I am the guy who can get it for you. Tailor-made cigarettes, abag of reefer if you are partial, or almost anything else... I came to Shawshank when I was just twenty. I committerd murder. At first, I intended to murder my wife alone to get the insurance. However, various incidents occurred at the same time, as a result, I have caused the great event that involved fifty people or better. After a long trial, the judge called what I had done "a hideous, heinous crime." Thereafter I am behind bars, but I do not yet understand the meaning called the rebirth.

 Anyway it is not me I want to tell you about; I want to tell you about a guy named Andy Dufresne.  But before I can tell you about Andy, I have to explain a few other things about myself. It won't take long.

 As I said, I have been the guy who can get it for you here at Shawshank for damn near forty years.

 I sent various things to various people. And,I do not get all those things gratis, and for some items the price comes high.I was a bagman of the reputation. However,the only two things I refuse to handle are guns and heavy drugs. I won't help anyone kill himself or anyone else. I have enough killing on my mind to last me a lifetime. So when Andy Dufresne came to me in 1949 and asked if I could smuggle Rita Hayworth into the prison for him, I said it would be no problem  at all.

 When Andy came to Shawshank in 1948, he was thirty years old. He was a short, weat little man with sandy hair and small clever hands. He wore gold-rimmed spectacles. His fingernails were always clipped, and they were always clean. On the outside he had been a vice-president in the trust department of a large Portland bank. Andy was in for murdering his wife and her lover.

 In all my years at Shawshank, There were how many men who insisted themselves innocent. Andy Dufresne was one of them, although I only became comvinced of his innocence over a period of years.

 It was said that Andy knew the immorality of the wife, and he was enraged and had murdered his wife and the lover. And they took four bullets each other. In other words he would repack some  bullet to his gun. This became the important issue at the trial, and he was found guilty,be put behind bars for life.

HOLES 49-50

In old days, there was not yellow-spotted lizard in the town of Green Lake. But the tounsfolk had heard about the "red-eyed monsters" living in the desert hills. When it already had completely shed the leaves, Sam was hailed by three people of Walter,Bo and Jesse, and it was asked to teach a method not to happen to meet red-eyed monsters. So Sam gave each man two bottles of pure onion juice. He told them to drink one bottle before going to bed that night, then a half  bottle in the morning, and then a half bottle around lunchtime. The lizards do not like onion blood.

Stanley and Zero sat in the backseat of Ms.Morengo's BMW. They really smell bad. Ms.Morengo was helping Stanley's father with the new product he has invented. So she did a little investigating. In the process, she came to uncover the evidence that Stanley did not steal Clyde Livingston's sneakers. And it was decided that she did not hear confession of Zero. In addition, she talked to them about having succeeded in the development of the product that Stanley's father removed foot odor. A short while they slept. Behind them the sky had turned dark, and for the first time in over a hundred years, a drop of rain fell into the empty lake.

Stanley's mather did not believe a curse. However, Stanley's father invented his cure for foot odor the day after the great-great-grandson of Elya Yelnats carried the great-great-great-grandson of Madame Zeroni up the mountain.

The Attorney General closed Camp Green Lake. And in the future, Camp Green Lake will become a Girl Scout camp.

Stanley thought that the contents of the suitcase were jewels, and that they could become a billionaire. However, the value of the jewel in the suitcase was low, and it did not make big money that much. But not a lot less. It was enough for Stanley to buy his hamily a new house, and  for Hector to hire a team of private investigating.

The Yelnats family held home party. Then they watched a commercial in which Clyde Livingston. he was said that he lost the foot odor, thanks to "Sploosh". His wife attended it, too. Very softly, she half sang, half hummed a song that her grandmother used to sing to her when she was a little girl.

If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply;  ("If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs,)
Reflesting the sun and all that's gone by.  ("The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer.)
Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly.  (While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,)
Fly high, my baby bird,  (He cried to the moo--oo--oon,)
My angel, my only.  (If only, if only.)