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He
felt
nothing
.
It
was
like
trying
to
summon
emotion
toward
inanimate
objects
,
toward
refuse
sliding
down
a
mountainside
to
crush
him
.
One
could
flee
from
the
slide
or
build
retaining
walls
against
it
or
be
crushed
—
but
one
could
not
grant
any
anger
,
indignation
or
moral
concern
to
the
senseless
motions
of
the
un
-
living
;
no
,
worse
,
he
thought
—
the
antiliving
.
The
same
sense
of
detached
unconcern
remained
with
him
while
he
sat
in
a
Philadelphia
courtroom
and
watched
men
perform
the
motions
which
were
to
grant
him
his
divorce
.
He
watched
them
utter
mechanical
generalities
,
recite
vague
phrases
of
fraudulent
evidence
,
play
an
intricate
game
of
stretching
words
to
convey
no
facts
and
no
meaning
.
He
had
paid
them
to
do
it
—
he
whom
the
law
permitted
no
other
way
to
gain
his
freedom
,
no
right
to
state
the
facts
and
plead
the
truth
—
the
law
which
delivered
his
fate
,
not
to
objective
rules
objectively
defined
,
but
to
the
arbitrary
mercy
of
a
judge
with
a
wizened
face
and
a
look
of
empty
cunning
.
Lillian
was
not
present
in
the
courtroom
;
her
attorney
made
gestures
once
in
a
while
,
with
the
energy
of
letting
water
run
through
his
fingers
.
They
all
knew
the
verdict
in
advance
and
they
knew
its
reason
;
no
other
reason
had
existed
for
years
,
where
no
standards
,
save
whim
,
had
existed
.
They
seemed
to
regard
it
as
their
rightful
prerogative
;
they
acted
as
if
the
purpose
of
the
procedure
were
not
to
try
a
case
,
but
to
give
them
jobs
,
as
if
their
jobs
were
to
recite
the
appropriate
formulas
with
no
responsibility
to
know
what
the
formulas
accomplished
,
as
if
a
courtroom
were
the
one
place
where
questions
of
right
and
wrong
were
irrelevant
and
they
,
the
men
in
charge
of
dispensing
justice
,
were
safely
wise
enough
to
know
that
no
justice
existed
.
They
acted
like
savages
performing
a
ritual
devised
to
set
them
free
of
objective
reality
.
But
the
ten
years
of
his
marriage
had
been
real
,
he
thought
—
and
these
were
the
men
who
assumed
the
power
to
dispose
of
it
,
to
decide
whether
he
would
have
a
chance
of
contentment
on
earth
or
be
condemned
to
torture
for
the
rest
of
his
lifetime
.
He
remembered
the
austerely
pitiless
respect
he
had
felt
for
his
contract
of
marriage
,
for
all
his
contracts
and
all
his
legal
obligations
—
and
he
saw
what
sort
of
legality
his
scrupulous
observance
was
expected
to
serve
.
He
noticed
that
the
puppets
of
the
courtroom
had
started
by
glancing
at
him
in
the
sly
,
wise
manner
of
fellow
conspirators
sharing
a
common
guilt
,
mutually
safe
from
moral
condemnation
.
Then
,
when
they
observed
that
he
was
the
only
man
in
the
room
who
looked
steadily
straight
at
anyone
’
s
face
,
he
saw
resentment
growing
in
their
eyes
.
Incredulously
,
he
realized
what
it
was
that
had
been
expected
of
him
:
he
,
the
victim
,
chained
,
bound
,
gagged
and
left
with
no
recourse
save
to
bribery
,
had
been
expected
to
believe
that
the
farce
he
had
purchased
was
a
process
of
law
,
that
the
edicts
enslaving
him
had
moral
validity
,
that
he
was
guilty
of
corrupting
the
integrity
of
the
guardians
of
justice
,
and
that
the
blame
was
his
,
not
theirs
.
It
was
like
blaming
the
victim
of
a
holdup
for
corrupting
the
integrity
of
the
thug
.
And
yet
—
he
thought
—
through
all
the
generations
of
political
extortion
,
it
was
not
the
looting
bureaucrats
who
had
taken
the
blame
,
but
the
chained
industrialists
,
not
the
men
who
peddled
legal
favors
,
but
the
men
who
were
forced
to
buy
them
;
and
through
all
those
generations
of
crusades
against
corruption
,
the
remedy
had
always
been
,
not
the
liberating
of
the
victims
,
but
the
granting
of
wider
powers
for
extortion
to
the
extortionists
.
The
only
guilt
of
the
victims
,
he
thought
,
had
been
that
they
accepted
it
as
guilt
.
When
he
walked
out
of
the
courtroom
into
the
chilly
drizzle
of
a
gray
afternoon
,
he
felt
as
if
he
had
been
divorced
,
not
only
from
Lillian
,
but
from
the
whole
of
the
human
society
that
supported
the
procedure
he
had
witnessed
.
The
face
of
his
attorney
,
an
elderly
man
of
the
old
-
fashioned
school
,
wore
an
expression
that
made
it
look
as
if
he
longed
to
take
a
bath
.
"
Say
,
Hank
,
"
he
asked
as
sole
comment
,
"
is
there
something
the
looters
are
anxious
to
get
from
you
right
now
?
"
"
Not
that
I
know
of
.
