I’m reading Rebecca West’s Black Lamb and Grey Falcon and I have to wonder whether Pauline Kael did too. They both have (or had—sad observation) a charging forward, take it or leave it, I’m-not-afraid-of-you style. A style that says, “I’m not trying to be eloquent—I am eloquent.”
At p. 22:
[A] series of descriptive be-clauses is jolted by an abrupt intransitive conclusion.
Her ringlets are dark, her skin very fair. She is not mourning deeply. Her smile is smug, her fine eyes inviting and she did not wait long for a husband. Evelyn Waugh, A Little Learning
Homage to Dionysios Solomos.
What I think about when I think of Florida’s judges: whether in that soul of theirs, in which Satan’s malevolence seethes, there was ever the smallest desire for good.
“Chief Justice Roberts in his annual reports likes to describe the American legal system as the envy of the world. Nonsense.” Richard A. Posner, What Is Obviously Wrong with the Federal Judiciary, Yet Eminently Curable Part I, 19 Green Bag 2d 187, 188 (2016).
“If [Appellant] doesn’t want to avail himself to the due process of the greatest criminal justice system on the face of the earth, that’s his call.”Greene v. State, No. 4D19-2856 (Fla. 4th DCA May 5, 2021).
A life sentence is a death sentence ‘reduced by one step.’ “It appears that those versed in the law advise reducing death by one step to distant exile.” The Tale of the Heike, Book Two, p. 66, Royall Tyler, trans.
Jones v. Miss. cited: A. Campbell, Law of Sentencing (3d ed. 2004). If you are not familiar with it, seek it out. “As the law of sentencing continues to evolve, the concept that sentences be backed by reasons will someday be recognized as a fundamental facet of criminal justice.”
@OrinKerr FWIW Florida’s appellate judiciary is 97% white (2 of 69 are African American). The all-white FSC denied review of a case challenging racial disparity In sentencing on Juneteenth 2019. Coincidence, I’m sure. Delancy v. State, 2019 WL 2518402 (Fla. June 19, 2019)
Full Moon in Paris (1984). If Maurice Chevalier were holding an umbrella of Cherbourg in one hand and an escargot-stuffed croissant in the other, he would still be no match for the Frenchness of this movie.
As Bill Shakespeare said:
Now, as fond fathers,
Having bound up the threatening twigs of birch,
Only to stick it in their children’s sight
For terror, not to use, in time the rod
Becomes more mock’d than fear’d; so our decrees,
dead to infliction to themselves are dead