Reminds me of a chapter in Mark Twain’s “Roughing It” on a death of a leading citizen in a Nevada mining town – “On the inquest it was shown that Buck Fanshaw, in the delirium of a wasting typhoid fever, had taken arsenic, shot himself through the body, cut his throat and jumped out of a four-story window and broken his neck – and after due deliberation, the jury, sad and tearful, but with intelligence unblinded by its sorrow, brought in a verdict of death ‘by the visitation of God.’ What could the world do without juries?”
Obviously this fellow wants to be a book editor, but had to take the construction job to pay the bills. It’s the old story of Truth, Beauty and The Wolf At The Door.
Reminds me of a chapter in Mark Twain’s “Roughing It” on a death of a leading citizen in a Nevada mining town – “On the inquest it was shown that Buck Fanshaw, in the delirium of a wasting typhoid fever, had taken arsenic, shot himself through the body, cut his throat and jumped out of a four-story window and broken his neck – and after due deliberation, the jury, sad and tearful, but with intelligence unblinded by its sorrow, brought in a verdict of death ‘by the visitation of God.’ What could the world do without juries?”