“Ah, freedom, freedom! The merest hint, the faintest hope of its possibility gives wings to the soul, does it not?”
A man would surely obtain freedom he is dreaming about.
“But not more than a week had passed before life went on as in the past, as gloomy, oppressive, and senseless – a life not forbidden by government prohibition, but not fully permitted, either: it was no better.”
“The Man in a Case” by Anton Chekhov
A man constantly repeats the same mistakes. He doesn’t mark out new paths. He conserves the same trodden paths in the nervous system.