bar beneath the dock rail, goes to sleep. WILLIAM, after shaking off
the stupor caused by the awful disregard of his personality, begins
to murmur incoherently. The warder taps him on the shoulder.
WILLIAM, who has never even conceived of being tapped by anybody,
bursts out with an exclamation. The worst thing which has ever
happened to him in his life then happens. Bowdler, Bowdler of all
the un-imperial and un-godlike people in this world, turns to
WILLIAM to rebuke him in a stern whisper, telling him that he is
doing himself no good and concluding his remarks with "My man"....

The trial proceeds, WILLIAM being speechless with rage. In his ears
is ringing a Hymn of Hate--hate of everybody in the court, but
particularly of Bowdler. Every time he can get his brain to work and
his tongue to work with it, he leans forward to breathe some drastic
utterance at his defending counsel. Bowdler remains detached.
WILLIAM (late Kaiser) has to realise as a cold fact that here is
a wretched mortal daring to sharpen a pencil while he is being
addressed by the ALL-HIGHEST. The ALL-HIGHEST reaches over the dock
rail to thump the wretched mortal's wretched head....

Bowdler rises deliberately. There is a hush. He is going to say
something important. WILLIAM feels that at last the world is sane
and duly attentive to him again. Bowdler submits that the state of
mind of the accused person (accused person!) should be inquired
into.

The judge very readily acquiesces; anything to get rid of the
fellow. The prison doctor swears that he has never seen a lunatic if
this isn't one. An assertive juryman, who disapproves of business
being so rushed as not to permit of a hanging, expresses the view