Why, what on earth can I say!
Talk—talk—talk—no matter what you say—don’t give them time to breathe—pop a speech into ’em!
A speech!
Ay, or a sermon, or a whar-whoop, or a prayer—any thing—anything—if you do but keep the ball up—no matter-what, if the jury can hear you—they are all agog now—they are pricking up their ears at you—now’s your time!
Very well——Judges!
Proceed.
Judges. I am a traveller from my youth up. I have journied over Europe; I have journied over America—I am acquainted with every people of both hemispheres, and yet, whithersoever I go, I am a stranger. I have studied much—thought much—and am already a show among those who watched over my youth. I am still young, though I appear old, much younger than you would suppose me to be, did you not know me—
Here he turned to the lawyer—I never shall be able to get through this; I don’t know what I am saying.—
Nor I—So much the better—don’t give up—
——A youth—a lad in comparison with you, ye judges, you that I now undertake to reprove——a spectacle and a show among men. They follow me every where, (I hope you’ll soon be ready) they pursue me day after day—and week after week—and month after month—