In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they discovered of him had been a muddy set of jail clothes, a bar of soap, and an old stone hammer, damn near worn out into the nub. We used to think it can just take six-hundred many years to tunnel underneath the wall surface along with it. Old Andy made it happen in less than twenty. Oh, Andy adored Geology, i suppose it appealed to their meticulous nature. An ice age here, million years of mountain building there. Geology is the research of force and time. Which is all it can take actually, force, and time. That, and a big god-damned poster. Like I said, in jail a person does anything to hold their brain occupied. It turns out Andy's favourite hobby had been totin' their wall through exercise yard, a few at a time. I suppose after Tommy was killed, he decided he previously been right here just about for enough time. Andy did like he was informed, buffed those shoes to a top mirror shine. The shield just did not notice, neither did I... After all, really, how frequently you don't consider your shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through five-hundred yards of shit smelling foulness i cannot also imagine, or maybe i simply do not want too. Five-Hundred yards... that's the period of five soccer industries, simply shy of 1 / 2 a mile.