Witnessed an arrest last night: the man increasingly erratic; hands on a policeman; tripped and flung; arms and legs folded backwards like a cheap shirt packed in cellophane. Then subdued by what I hope was a carefully moderated blast of insults in one ear.
Afterwards:
"We're a democracy -"
"Too late for that, son!"
Too late? Too soon?
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