Fortunately, the courts discharged me every time after they understood what I had done.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In the end, they pardoned me and packed me off to a home for the shell-shocked. Shortly before the end of the war, I was discharged a second time, once again with the observation that I was subject to recall at any time.
I feel like there was justice. It was served through the legal system you know. Everything that I endured. It was all worth it.
I am no longer a criminal. I gave up that practice years ago.
My court skills may have atrophied.
My incarceration was actually a positive thing from the beginning. I needed a gimmick to get my act going again, it gave me material.
Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been unconditionally released - to my great regret; for I have always wanted to know what going to prison was like.
And though I might have learnt more wit and advanced my understanding by living in a Court, yet being dull, fearful and bashful, I neither heeded what was said or practised, but just what belonged to my loyal duty and my own honest reputation.
I just spent 11 and a half months in a maximum-security jail, got shot five times, and was wrongly convicted of a crime I didn't commit.
I had to go to jail, which was probably the most humbling thing I've ever had to deal with in my life.
I was privileged to serve as a judge.