Trial (2)
A terrible hush came over the courtroom. - Danker grew afraid for he realised the trial was about to begin.
A man who believed to be his accuser was pointing to a blackboard on the wall.
Mr. Danker, we would like you to read this.
Danker, who was not wearing his glasses, felt everything was out of focus. He searched in his pockets. The glasses were broken, but one of the lenses was not cracked. Even with the intact lens, however, the writing on the blackboard appeared indecipherable.
I am sorry, he said. I cannot read it.
Shall I translate?
The accuser’s voice was full of sarcasm, as he turned to the gallery and began to hold forth.
What was he saying? - It was all beyond Danker, even if he began to make out the rudiments of a case.
A man who believed to be his accuser was pointing to a blackboard on the wall.
Mr. Danker, we would like you to read this.
Danker, who was not wearing his glasses, felt everything was out of focus. He searched in his pockets. The glasses were broken, but one of the lenses was not cracked. Even with the intact lens, however, the writing on the blackboard appeared indecipherable.
I am sorry, he said. I cannot read it.
Shall I translate?
The accuser’s voice was full of sarcasm, as he turned to the gallery and began to hold forth.
What was he saying? - It was all beyond Danker, even if he began to make out the rudiments of a case.
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