with　his　brain　…　physiologically；　at　least　…　and　Billy　〃the　Kid〃　Wharton　was　at　last　bound　for　Cold　Mountain。　That　might　have　been　around　the　sixteenth　or　the　eighteenth；　it's　my　recollection　that　Wharton　arrived　about　two　weeks　after　John　Coffey　and　a　week　or　ten　days　before　Delacroix　walked　the　Green　Mile。

The　day　our　new　psychopath　joined　us　was　an　eventful　one　for　me。　I　woke　up　at　four　that　morning　with　my　groin　throbbing　and　my　penis　feeling　hot　and　clogged　and　swollen。　Even　before　I　swung　my　feet　out　of　bed；　I　knew　that　my　urinary　infection　wasn't　getting　better；　as　I　had　hoped。　It　had　been　a　brief　turn　for　the　better；　that　was　all；　and　it　was　over。

I　went　out　t