Description

'The events of the morning make me feel dizzy and lightheaded, as if after a morning's exercise in the hot sun: a montage of disordered images in vibrant colours... flood my mind: cheering women waving placards with abandon, photographers with flashing cameras that blind you; a friend, cornered like an animal, ... full of loathing; a bearded crow in black robes circling the high ceilings in Court Number Three; a pair of doors swinging shut; a female hunter in a canary-yellow jacket, ... and a pair of legal lovebirds And Bunchee Golding ... who must have melted a jury's heart ... the one person in the world I'd most like to kill. The one person in the world who doesn't know that by tea-time Thursday, she's going to be dead.'