I've been thinking about the soon-to-be gone loyal Bushies and, in particular, the heart of darkness
that beats at the center of the treasonous lawbreaking that has distinguished this felonious administration.
And I realized that as I thought of him, and it, that I was thinking also of this:As always, Robert Bolt's delectible words cut right to the heartwood. The laws around us are not there for the protection of "terrorists", or felons, or evildoers, or devils. These beings have arms and ruthlessness and hate and their own selfishness to protect them.
The laws are there for us, you and me, the clueless, nameless little nobodies caught up in a Kakfa story or a Beckett play, helpless before power and force and a conviction of righteousness.
And isn't Paul Scofield wonderful?