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Donnerwetter

at my trial, then at least I should be told my sentence. No drumhead
court-martial ever ended without the accused hearing the charges.
Even if I knew exactly what crimes against nature and humanity I
committed, how could I infer the amount of pain and suffering I will
have to endure?”
“Ha! You presume quite a good deal,” say I, putting him in his
place. “First, that your injustices will be dealt with justly: why should
your treatment make any more sense than that which you meted out
to your victims? Second, the same goes for intentionality—but I
already told you to give up on that line of argument. You’re not the
first with this sort of rationalizing. You didn’t even get to demanding
relief based on good works or any “Hell on Earth” you’ve already
been through. You have been weighed and found wanting; the
moving finger, having writ, moves on. And so are you: this is your
last beachhead.”
And with that I rendered him unto your domain, old Devil Dog.

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