Confessions of a Hope Fiend
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February 19, 1970 Orange County Superior Court Just around midnight the jury came in with the verdict. Dehberations had lasted all day. The District Attorney was worried. We were bored. Bonne Chance deals the cards. A pack of fools, lovers, and jugglers. This deck had been shuffled long before this day of judgment. We had gone through the two weeks proceedings in that somnambulant courtroom stupor. It had been a year of melodramatic trials and tribulations in Texas, New York, and Cahfornia. Three posses of the United States Law Estabhshment slowly closing in on us. The government had armies of prosecutors. We were reheved that the chmax was about to happen. Judicial procedures by this time were boring charades. During the day of waiting comic congeniality had ruled the courtroom. Two weeks confinement with the court clerks, bailiffs, and sheriffs deputies had produced a cautious acceptance like shipwrecked survivors, passengers, and crew thrown together on a lifeboat. It was an important case to the District A ttorney.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the PublisherForgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at