WILLIAM, after shaking off
the stupor caused by the awful disregard of his personality, begins
to murmur incoherently. The warder taps him on the shoulder.
WILLIAM, who has never even conceived of being tapped by anybody,
bursts out with an exclamation. The worst thing which has ever
happened to him in his life then happens. Bowdler, Bowdler of all
the un-imperial and un-godlike people in this world, turns to
WILLIAM to rebuke him in a stern whisper, telling him that he is
doing himself no good and concluding his remarks with "My man"....
The trial proceeds, WILLIAM being speechless with rage. In his ears
is ringing a Hymn of Hate--hate of everybody in the court, but
particularly of Bowdler. Every time he can get his brain to work and
his tongue to work with it, he leans forward to breathe some drastic
utterance at his defending counsel. Bowdler remains detached.
WILLIAM (late Kaiser) has to realise as a cold fact that here is
a wretched mortal daring to sharpen a pencil while he is being
addressed by the ALL-HIGHEST. The ALL-HIGHEST reaches over the dock
rail to thump the wretched mortal's wretched head....
Bowdler rises deliberately. There is a hush. He is going to say
something important.
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