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| Artist's rendering of the Hearing |
We will talk about (or even discuss, more formally speaking) how this person, before whom we are seated, thinks that it is so. Arranged as we are, splayed really, at an immediately lower level of seating, which renders us at an obvious disadvantageous position, power wise, with respect to an apparently superior personage who, even now, seems capable of wielding a terrible scorn, with troubling accents, so plain even a witless peon could not fail to register the wide ranging implications.
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| Want to get together later? I'm buying. |
Just now we resign ourselves to a failure in the endeavour of moving forward and bite our tongues we will, as a demand is issued in our direction by not one but at least three fulsomely uniformed apparatchiks. Our nerves are frayed to a fair-thee-well but time creeps along and all our many concerns relating to the day's pressures eviscerate our confidence in one sweeping, all-inclusive gesture.
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| Just one of those things. |
I'd been pretending to inspect a worn handkerchief in my possession, a token of a day inside a lead-lined tube many years before, when, without warning, a somewhat dissipated gentleman 'of the old school' managed one final exhalation before collapsing in a pathetic heap on the tiled floor to our right. This presented a tantalizing opportunity to make swift work of this whole rotten mess but my colleague's naive partisan loyalty took the day and we were bound, once again, to an unseen spot, hoodwinked and betrayed, assimilated and compromised, one niggling nonce at a time until all that remained was the decision as to the right moment to surrender to denial, defeat, death and some other word that begins with the letter 'd'. It may or may not end with a common vowel. This will most likely be revealed when the final report is issued.
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