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# Weekend Words: Cell
- URL: https://hyperallergic.com/weekend-words-cell/
- Published: 2014-06-29T14:18:11.000Z
- Updated: 2025-11-24T16:33:16.000Z
- Description: The Supreme Court has ruled 9-0 that your cell shouldn't land you in a cell.
- Author: Weekend Editors
- Tags: Opinion, Weekend, Weekend Words, #wp, #wp-post, #image-position-hidden, #Import 2025-11-24 07:03 (2014, 2015, part 1)

![cell](https://storage.ghost.io/c/51/f8/51f871d8-b6be-4a73-b958-0ca4fff0110a/content/images/hyperallergic-newspack-s3-amazonaws-com/uploads/2014/06/cell.jpg)

Giulio Romano, “The Prisoners” (1527-28). Fresco, Camera dei Venti, Palazzo del Tè, Mantua (image via Web Gallery of Art)

The Supreme Court has ruled 9-0 that your cell shouldn’t land you in a [cell](http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2014/06/26/the-scary-part-of-the-supreme-courts-cell-phone-ruling/?ref=hyperallergic.com).

> “Man, surrounded by facts, permitting himself no surmise, no intuitive flash, no great hypothesis, no risk, is in a locked cell. Ignorance cannot seal the mind and imagination more surely.”  
>  
> **—Lillian Smith**

> “Better build schoolrooms for ‘the boy,’  
> Than cells and gibbets for ‘the man.’”  
>  
> **—Eliza Cook, “A Song for the Ragged Schools”**

> “The intelligent man who is proud of his intelligence is like the condemned man who is proud of his large cell.”  
>  
> **—Simone Weil**

> “He \[Hercule Poirot\] tapped his forehead. ‘These little grey cells. Its is up to them.'”  
>  
> **—Agatha Christie, *The Mysterious Affair at Styles***

> “It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.”  
>  
> **—Graham Greene**

> “There is but an inch of difference between a cushioned chamber and a padded cell.”  
>  
> **—Gilbert K. Chesterton**

> “Women have no wilderness in them,  
> They are provident instead,  
> Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts  
> To eat dusty bread.”  
>  
> **—Louise Bogan, “Women”**

> “Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.”  
>  
> **—Eugene O’Neill**

> “Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree’s shade,  
> Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,  
> Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,  
> The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.”  
>  
> **—Thomas Gray, “Elegy Written in an Country Churchyard”**

> “I’m going to put on my gravestone, ‘He never owned a cell phone.’”  
>  
> **—Jesse Ventura**