Mark Chapman's last day on public exhibition for the murder of John Lennon was a reminder of the penalties we incur from our habitual neglect of apparently negligible people. He arrived in court to be sentenced with his hair and his flesh trimmer than we had ever seen them and sat holding The Catcher in the Rye before him like a missal throughout the nearly five hours it took to argue out what was to be done with him.
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