I am a complete fool. Nobody had come to break down the door yet, but I was certain they would. I waited for them, curled up on the bed like a child awaiting punishment, sweating yet somehow shivering at the same time. Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s The Social Contract lay open beside me. ‘Whoever refuses to obey the General Will shall be compelled to do so by the entire body; this means nothing less than that he will be forced to be free.’