Stranger journal 6

Despite my willingness to understand, I just couldn't. After all, there really was something ridiculously out of proportion. Between the verdict such certainty was based. From the moment the verdict was announced. The sentence had been read at eight o'clock at night and not five o'clock. It could have been an entirely different one. It had been decided by men who change their underwear. It had been handed down. In the name of some  notion called the French.