War Of Words

Inside courtroom number 17 at Paris' Palais de Justice, the defense witness breaks off from a rambling digression on Socrates. His right hand — which has been jabbing emphatically toward the courtroom's rococco ceiling — dives into his jacket pocket and re-emerges clutching a miniature bottle of brandy. "I drink to your health!" he calls out to the presiding judge, before knocking back a healthy swig.

Under normal circumstances, it's not very good for your case when the man testifying on your behalf is clearly under the influence of the hard stuff. But today, no one is...

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