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Edited on Mon Mar-05-07 07:14 PM by KCabotDullesMarxIII
in effect, getting down on his bended knees before the jury, hands clasped in supplication, tears streaming from his eyes - begging the jury to give Libby back to him, that poor wee mite, the orphan of the storm, which that cruel, heartless, unfeeling, prosecution were intent on abducting from all twelve (now) of them. Only they had the power to rescue this poor orphan from the powers of darkness. He, the distraught mother, all but deranged with grief, could only supplicate and watch this drama of danger, thraldom and he hoped, redemption, from the margins.
I mean it seemed too grotesquely funny for belief when I first read it, but then I began thinking, "Heck, you know, yes, it can be seen as shameless beyond belief, farcically shameless, but on an another level, who knows, maybe it is actually very admirable. He was prepared to look improbably, wildly ridiculous, to do whatever it took. He was paid a king's ransom to do the palpably impossible, but he felt he had to earn it, whatever it took.
Then, I came to my senses, as I realised that that was a kind of Pathetic Fallacy. It was most unlikely that his desperately comical charade would have been motivated by any thought of compassion and honour; his veneration was simply for the notion that he was paid good money, so he'd better do his utmost, or his status and that of his firm would suffer. It was foolish to confuse that with the more elevated, human sentiments of empathy, nobility, chivalry, valour. Foolish, but I feel kind of disappointed in a way!
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