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There was a pause . But we have forgotten Simon Jennings -- what was he about ? did that `` cynosure of neighbouring eyes '' appear alarmed at his position , anxious at his fate , or even attentive to what was going on ? No : he not only appeared , but was , the most unconcerned individual in the whole court : he even tried to elude utter vacancy of thought by amusing himself with external things about him : and , on Wordsworth 's principle of inducing sleep by counting `` A flock of sheep , that leisurely pass by , One after one , '' he was trying to reckon , for pleasant peace of mind 's sake , how many folks were looking at him . Only see -- he is turning his white stareful face in every direction , and his lips are going a thousand and forty-one , a thousand and forty-two , a thousand and forty-three ; he will not hurry it over , by leaving out the `` thousand : '' alas ! this holiday of idiotic occupation is all the respite now his soul can know . And the judge broke that awful silence , saying , `` Prisoner at the bar , you are convicted on your own confession , as well as upon other evidence , of crimes too horrible to speak of .