Vanity. Ares

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successfully happen without judgement seemed
idealistic; I at that moment accepted that someone
had to judge, and that perhaps it was wrong of me
to feel aggrieved by the turban, by way of society’s
right to judge, though the conclusion on the
matter had not fully formed in my mind.
Still perched in the witness box that had
become a stage, I looked at the frown on
Connor’s face which told me that the trial was not
going well at that time. But there was one or two
more questions, I don’t remember and then the
last question. “Why had you thrust the knife six
times,” asked the prosecutor. “Not once, not
twice, but six times.” Continued Cesar before
repeating himself again: "Six times!” “I was
provoked," I said. "Intrinsically by him!” “By
her?” said Cesar from the edge of his nose, and
full of insinuation. I was then silent before he
turned his insinuation into a question: “Would
you refer to Myra as a man or a women, in
retrospect?” Without hesitation and in a slight
yell, Connor said, “Judge! The prosecution is
badgering the witness for opinions.” The judge
seemed to think for a second as her mouth moved
as if she were sucking a Wurther’s original; her
cheeks concaved for a moment and then she said:
“It is a perfectly legible question… You can
answer the question,” said the judge, looking at
me. I said, “He is a man, that is why it was
provocation. He committed the initial crime.”
before being interrupted by the judge who said,
“Enough!” before I heard utters within the
courtroom and loud fidgeting. I looked around at
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