pro bono – seicho matsumoto
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He couldn’t escape from the thought of “what if.” It was the sort of pious self-confidence that came from many years of experience, which had, on occasion, enabled him to prove innocent a defendant who was universally considered guilty.
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It was rather like the bad taste one had in one’s mouth after hearing of a patient who died in the care of a mediocre medical practitioner after having been turned away by a competent doctor.
Plus, at the time, he’d been in an awful hurry to set off for Kawana to meet with Michiko Kono.
It was partly because he was in such a rush that he had declined the young woman before listening properly to her story. Had he not been so pressed for time, he might at least have listened to the gist of what it was she had to say. He might have discovered some inconsistency in the facts of the case and decided to take it on himself. The majority of the cases on which he had made his reputation and worked pro bono had started out in much the same way.
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The white fog became steadily thicker. Otsuka watched its movement and wondered whether it was true what people said about heavy fog giving off sound.
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ce idee melodioasa de ceata (in)cantatoare!…
Impresie. Albastru inefabil... 