(1) When they bring him in, through the throbbing gallery, he is holding his head high. Just as he taught us to do. As though the press throng and the courtroom adjutants and the severe-looking judges were just another crowd at one of his auctions, waiting for him to take centre stage and steal the show. I take my phone into the living room and settle down to watch. He looks tall. Taller. Maybe it’s because the officers escorting him are crouching low to avoid the cameras.
