Final Paragraph in Kevin Blahut translation (above is the Muir trans.):

"Now clean this up!" said the supervisor, and they buried the hunger artist with the straw. In the cage they put a young panther. To see this wild animal casting itself about in the cage that had been barren for so long was a recovery perceptible to even the dullest sensibility. The panther had everything. Without hesitation the keepers brought it the food it liked; it did not even seem to miss its freedom; this noble body, furnished almost to the point of bursting with everything it needed, seemed to carry freedom around with it; freedom seemed to be lodged somewhere in its jaws; and happiness with life came from its throat with such force that it was not easy for the spectators to resist fleeing. But they overcame this urge, crowded around the cage, and never wanted to leave.