The hours I spent racking my brain in search of friendly words for my first encounter with my tutor, without sounding like childish whining, were useless. I heard very little from him, but what I did hear came from the director, words atomized by a threatening possibility, in barely sufficient, hard, dry sentences. My reaction was one of pure sadness. It seemed slightly ridiculous to me when the inspector, who I supposed would be my future warden,…