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as I might, I couldn't stomach this brutal certitude. For really, when
one came to think of it, there was a disproportion between the judgment
on which it was based and the unalterable sequence of events starting
from the moment when that judgment was delivered. The fact that the
verdict was read out at eight P.M. rather than at five, the fact that it
might have been quite different, that it was given by men who change
their underclothes, and was credited to so vague an entity as the
"French people"--for that matter, why not to the Chinese or the German
people?--all these facts seemed to deprive the court's decision of much
of its gravity. Yet I could but recognize that, from the moment the
verdict was given, its effects became as cogent, as tangible, as, for
example, this wall against which I was lying, pressing my back to it. |
