Here's what the first page reads like....
'It was a queer and sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. I'm stupid about executions. The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and that's all there was to read about in the papers - goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me on every street corner and at the fusty, peanut-smelling mouth of every subway. It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like, being burned alive all along your nerves.
I thought it might be the worst thing in the world.
I kept hearing about the Rosenbergs over the radio and at the office till I couldn't get them out of my mind. It was like that first time I saw a cadaver. For weeks afterwards, the cadaver's head - or what there was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and behind the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible for my seeing it in the first place, and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadaver's head......'
- Debolina Raja Gupta