I suppose I have a bit of Quirrell in me. He takes a grim satisfaction in the poetry of citizens being destroyed in the same prisons they demanded be built. The word for that is justice. A harsher justice than I’d want to seen meted out, but justice nevertheless. I wouldn’t have squashed Skeeter, but I can’t condemn Quirrell for it either.
I would just like to point out the unintentional irony in that paragraph.
I would just like to point out the unintentional irony in that paragraph.
I’m afraid I can’t spot it. Could you point it out for me?
Is probably precisely the rational people used when demanding the prisons be built.
Thank you, that makes it very clear.