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Falconer 159<br />
before I’ll be mistaken for you. I’ll do anything before I’ll kiss a<br />
rug.”<br />
“Kiss my ass,” said Eben.<br />
“You’ve got Dad’s great sense of humor,” Farragut said.<br />
“He wanted you to be killed,” screamed Eben. “I bet you didn’t<br />
know that. He loved me, but he wanted you to be killed. Mother<br />
told me. He had an abortionist come out to the house. Your own<br />
father wanted you to be killed.”<br />
Then Farragut struck his brother with a fire iron. The widow<br />
testified that Farragut had struck his brother eighteen to twenty<br />
times, but she was a liar, and Farragut thought the doctor who<br />
corroborated this lie contemptible.<br />
The trial that followed was, he thought, a mediocre display of a<br />
decadent judiciary. He was convicted as a drug addict and a sexual<br />
adventurer and sentenced to jail for the murder of his brother.<br />
“Your sentence would be lighter were you a less fortunate man,”<br />
said the judge, “but society has lavished and wasted her riches<br />
upon you and utterly failed to provoke in you that conscience that<br />
is the stamp of an educated and civilized human being and a<br />
useful member of society.” Marcia had said nothing in his defense,<br />
although she had smiled at him when she was on the stand, smiled<br />
at him sadly while she agreed to their description of the grueling<br />
humiliation of being married to a drug addict who put the<br />
procurement of his fix miles ahead of his love for his wife and his<br />
only son. There were the stalenesses of the courthouse to<br />
remember, the classroom window shades, the sense of an acute<br />
tedium that was like the manipulations of the most pitiless and<br />
accomplished torturer, and if the last he would see of the world<br />
was the courthouse, he claimed he had no regrets, although he<br />
would, in fact, have clung to any floorboard, spittoon or worn<br />
bench if he thought that it might save him.