The Strange Case of the Composer And His Judge
“The Judge bought two, one for the file and one for herself. Then she strode out of the museum into damp sunlight and traffic fumes, reached the midpoint of the courtyard and stopped dead. She stood, caught between the great fluted columns and the spiked black gates, puzzled, angry and confused. Am I a puppet to be pushed to and fro by these mysterious people? And could I arrest the lot if I knew who they were? On what charge? There were no small children among the first departure and the murder...ers among the second mass of suicides are all dead. All except one. There is at least one killer still out there and we are still looking for the gun. But that’s not my business. I must leave Schweigen something to do.
She began to walk in a large circle. Every citizen is free to believe what he or she likes, we’re all free to believe any madness we choose, as long as we don’t break the law. And if the donations to the orchestra are declared, and within the tax limits, then no law has been broken.MoreLess
She began to walk in a large circle. Every citizen is free to believe what he or she likes, we’re all free to believe any madness we choose, as long as we don’t break the law. And if the donations to the orchestra are declared, and within the tax limits, then no law has been broken.MoreLess
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