Vanity. Ares

to this, my head felt too busy to really listen to
Connor’s last plea, but I caught a few words of it;
remembering him saying: “The defendant was
provoked, he is not on trial for being a good
person; he was deceived and reacted,” he said,
concluding my defence. Of this, I remember
initially thinking that Connor’s words were spoken
in a concise fashion, as he stood in the middle of
the court addressing the turban, the Sun reader,
and the imprisoned lady wearing the red blazer,
amongst the rest of the ten person jury. Upon
hearing Cesare’s last statement I became
underwhelmed by Connor’s concise conclusion.
Connor sat down, Cesare stood up and
buttoned his black suit jacket, which looked as if it
were just dry cleaned the day before and able to
have easily fit in on a Sidney Poiter Movie set; his
jacket was crisply ironed. He stood, five yards away
from me, with his back half towards myself and the
judge; facing the jury. I remember him not
speaking for a moment, as the court fell into a
deep silence and the type of which would enable
all those in attendance to hear a pin drop, before
Cesare swung his arm with his thumb as a pointer,
again reminding me of the long speeches Tony
Blair would give in Parliament; eloquent and full
of hand gestures. Cesare then began in the silence
that then felt grand: “This man is a threat to what
is good in our society. Drugs, check. Debauchery,
check. Experimental and dubious morals, check.
No remorse, check! A complete insensitivity to the
complexities of gender issues, check! Is he a liar?
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