ABSTRACT
The hallowed mess of secret accusations is manifest in many nations whose weak government makes them a necessity. This custom makes men furtive and deceitful. Anyone who suspects another turns him into an enemy. Thus, as men habitually hide their feelings from others, they end up hiding them from themselves, and so they become devoid of true sentiments. Men are so unhappy when they are without clear and solid principles to guide them; lost and rudderless in the vast sea of public opinion, constantly preoccupied with protecting themselves from monsters that threaten them, living every moment embittered by an uncertain future. Deprived of the lasting satisfaction offered by tranquility and security, they hastily grasp at fleeting moments of comfort from their disordered, pathetic lives, hoping that this justifies their existence. If everyday actions, even those useful to the public are called crimes, then accusations and trials can never be secret enough.
