Abraham Vidkun Quisling had provided the name for so many other base men that somehow he seemed almost to have lost personality. At the end of the first day of his trial last week in Oslo, only 21 hard-eyed Norwegians turned out to watch him as he was led back to his fortress-prison for the night.
By day, the man whose name had become a word for venal treachery faced nine judges (five of them laymen) in an old Oslo lodge hall. There was no shred of dignity in his defense, only a trace...
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