This story took no more than perhaps ten minutes to tell, and when it was over -- the senseless, needed destruction of twenty-seven years in tewnty-four hours -- one thought foolishly: Everyone, everyone should have his day in court. Only to find out, in the endless sessions that followed, how difficult it was to tell the story, that -- at least outside the transforming realm of poetry -- it needed a poetry of soul, an unmirrored, unreflected innocence of heart and mind that only the righteous possess.
Hannah Arendt, Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil, Penguin Classics, 2006
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