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1842–1914

JUSTICE.

Ambrose Bierce

Jack Doe met Dick Roe, whose wife he loved, And said: “I will get the best of him.” So pulling a knife from his boot, he shoved It up to the hilt in the breast of him.

Then he moved that weapon forth and back, Enlarging the hole he had made with it, Till the smoking liver fell out, and Jack Merrily, merrily played with it.

Then he reached within and he seized the slack Of the lesser bowel, and, traveling Hither and thither, looked idly back On that small intestine, raveling.

The wretched Richard, with many a grin Laid on with exceeding suavity, Curled up and died, and they ran John in And charged him with sins of gravity.

The case was tried and a verdict found: The jury, with great humanity, Acquitted the prisoner on the ground Of extemporary insanity.

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