Whilst on the subject of crime, though in a lighter mode that befits a Sabbath afternoon, dear Sandi Toksvig has posted a charming tale of the merits of owning up to one's offences.
One says the 'dear' Ms Toksvig partly because of her always enjoyable performances whether in writing or on the wireless - a veil being drawn over her alleged participation in some skating affair on television, which naturally one didn't watch - and partly I am sure as we both share Scandinavian blood. Again, when one says 'share' I am not aware that there is any common ancestry between us, I merely aver that our roots are each in that northern fastness of clean snow and largely clean living - one can tire of both of course.
Anyways, Ms Toksvig writes of a prison visit by Frederick the Great who found himself surrounded by inmates all pleading their innocence with appropriate vehemence, apart from one fellow who sat quietly at back of the cell. Questioned on his silence the man owned that he had been found guilty of a crime which he had indeed committed; that, therefore, he deserved to be incarcerated and no more to be said about the matter.
Frederick the Great at once ordered the release of this man saying it would not be right for all these 'innocent' prisoners to risk being corrupted by being forced to remain in the company of a real villain.
Bingo!
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