What comes of the toils of Justice? Of keeping the whole ordered? 

Is it worth the price? 

That staid time-decay. Because there are powers that be which are vain.

And cannot stand an incorrect record about themselves upon the public’s knowing of their disservice.

The ultimate busybodies appear in the court rule system; with those so privy to the primal knowing of the exactitudes of the mechanical time clockworks of civilized affairs and its supreme movement – the laws – unto an apprehension of human life which is stupendous.

Because it is so fictitious.

The legal system – presented here in England – is with this distinct precedent in man: to provide him boundaries for navigating his mind.

Onto the necessary primal movement of the body.

To not disturb others.

There. It’s that simple. In theory.

It is always this constant stress upon the mind’s imagination where the brute realities of trying an innocent person collides with the affordability. 

It is here where class ranks supreme.

Where the ultimate distinction is in Royalty.

A league beyond class itself.

For the commoner to the upper class, are void of the true legitimate authority; in imposing grace.

When right is being done.

And what is right?

It is a course of action unto doing good.

So it is right to correct an error from obstinate referees of private society and petty theft allegations from a whispering of an alarming incident of school-boy pounds. 

Where it is the principle-of-the-thing – as can be echoed in the imagination’s eye across the eons of stern fathers, navigating the currents of the rivers of life with that staunch basterdness. Sir Nigel Hawthorne does right, then, in the fantastic showing.

It is incredibly crucial to discern his confidence in trusting his son.

This is the wisdom of paternal care: Paternity.

With that pesky pecuniary stance. Always in charge. Because one is always behind.

Why disturb the garden?

With such guidance of family honor – there is the jeopardy of its risibility. Unto an unlivability in the associating more in likeness to the frantically agitated seeking false vengeance. Not true virtue.

True virtue of achieving Justice. By balancing the wrongdoing. However innocent it seems.

And that is worthy of right accolade.

Grade: A