Vanity. Ares

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prohibit his words summoning any type of
awakening. Cesare then asked Beckett: “What do
you do for a living?” “I work in Tesco,” Beckett
answered. This seemed to be met with a silence I
assumed was premeditated and staged, as Cesare
just looked at the jury for a moment speaking as if
through the silence and his glare, which I accepted
said: 'Look at this bum that works in Tesco, whom
is clearly great friends with the defendant. Don’t
take anything he say’s seriously, he’s a loser! Just
look at his attire!' For that reason I saw Cesare as
Connor had deemed him pre trial, an assassin that
was so nuanced in the subtleties of articulation. I
then supposed the whispered mutterings in the
court spoke of prejudices denouncing Beckett,
standing in the witness box looking like a scruffy
man. The court uttering's sounded like the voices
of dissent, concluding that Beckett's words were a
write off and that his words had no real power over
their opinion’s. Cesare broke his performed
silence and his next word’s confirmed, to me, his
subtle word play genius: “When you hung out, as
you say, what did you do, smoke? Have you ever
smoked with the defendant Mr West?” Beckett
said, “No, no I aint.” his voice high pitched,
ominously. But I momentarily thought this was a
nice touch by Beckett, thinking it could possibly
help not to be seen as a smoker, but again in an
instance Cesare had subtly cornered him into a
false sense of security, of not snitching, it could be
said. “You have never smoked with the
defendant?” started Cesare. “Well, an ex soldier
that fought for our great country, tooth and nail to
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