Vanity. Ares

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expect our country to not suffer? This guy is also
never the type of the person that you want to rely
on, too busy drinking milk!” Connor then
objected, citing that the witness was “rambling”.
Regardless of his objection, like a fallen sausage,
the cat was out of the bag, as the words were
leaving Gordot’s mouth, and were damning of my
character. There were more similarly answered
questions, that of which I switched off to, but
Cesare’s last question, which when answered put
me in a fatally ill postured light, came like liquor;
slow, trickling. “How do you reckon he paid the
rent? And did he pay on time?” said Cesare,
playing with his expensive looking blue tie that
coordinated with his socks: it was silk and Italian
looking. Gordot said, “It was like waiting for God
to arrive! He would always feign some sort of
story about his trombone. Trombone this!
Trombone that! all these long tales and never any
rent! Lock him up, I say, lock him up! Good
riddance!” Again I daydreamed mostly from that
time, although I still asserted that my mind was
free. Though I wanted to speak on many
occasions, especially whilst Gordot gave witness,
I decided against this and just bit my lip. I still
had a little hope, even after Gordot’s act full of
anger and animosity towards me. After he
answered Cesare’s last question I heard titters
from around the court room and I remember
feeling that the creative act of the stage of the
witness box was not just performed by the one in
which stood within it, but by the whole court
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