When we were watching the beginning of 1795, I remembered today's scene with Vicky and Peter in her jail cell, where she becomes hysterical trying to wake herself out of the nightmare that 1795 has become for her. I tried, back then, to imagine that she believed that the whole thing was a dream so that it didn't matter what she said. But it didn't help. I still thought she was behaving like an idiot.
Trask has abandoned all scruples in his efforts to get Vicky convicted. I am puzzled by his lack of faith that God will guide the judges to the right verdict. The one thing he had going for him was his sincerity, and now he's thrown that away.
I like the courtroom set. It reminds me of the Unitarian church in the town where I grew up, which was built (the church, not the town) around 1815.
The clock on the wall is an Aaron Willard clock, according to the face of it. I googled on Aaron Willard and found a Wikipedia article on him. He was a real clockmaker, who lived in Massachusetts from 1757 to 1848. What interesting times he lived through!
