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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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as best I could to the small curious sway-backed chair, so constructed as to make the most of on'es arched back and throat. The assistant sat on a slant at a higher level facing me. Only his eyes were visible. He gripped my tongue with one hand, with the other he jabbed and pried the swab again and again deeply into my throat until it was quite deadened. I then was asked to move to the three-legged stool beside the table and the two assistants worked on my arm to give me an intraven injection. As they buried themselves I announced, "Before execution a prisoner is always granted a last request. I have two such requests - the one, after you get the instruments down take all the time you need to do a good job; the other, after the gastroscopy is over might I please have plenty of gauses to mop up." This done I was told to get upon the table. of course I very happily complied. The table in this case closely resembles an ironing board as to general shape mounting and construction. Even its appearance as to covering is crown boardish. My head was turned towards the larger end; my feet stretched rambled off somewhere in the tapering direction. A short rubber hose was forced down my throat. Many hands held me to the table - a large lump - as it was tilted head end down. My stomach, thus upside down, was drained. by Newtons law of gravity. The table sprang back into place. I was systematically
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as best I could to the small curious sway-backed chair, so constructed as to make the most of on'es arched back and throat. The assistant sat on a slant at a higher level facing me. Only his eyes were visible. He gripped my tongue with one hand, with the other he jabbed and pried the swab again and again deeply into my throat until it was quite deadened. I then was asked to move to the three-legged stool beside the table and the two assistants worked on my arm to give me an intraven injection. As they buried themselves I announced, "Before execution a prisoner is always granted a last request. I have two such requests - the one, after you get the instruments down take all the time you need to do a good job; the other, after the gastroscopy is over might I please have plenty of gauses to mop up." This done I was told to get upon the table. of course I very happily complied. The table in this case closely resembles an ironing board as to general shape mounting and construction. Even its appearance as to covering is crown boardish. My head was turned towards the larger end; my feet stretched rambled off somewhere in the tapering direction. A short rubber hose was forced down my throat. Many hands held me to the table - a large lump - as it was tilted head end down. My stomach, thus upside down, was drained. by Newtons law of gravity. The table sprang back into place. I was systematically
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