Salacious allegations now may seize and rip Scalia’s spirit as it falls. Inside, bold lies may bend us to our knees and rattle glass that shake these hallowed halls. Lead voices at the hearing speak of law yet minutes into speech, a sentence shrill: malodorous, her laugh; demonic scowl: Her urgency grows stronger as she howls. She reads from Weiner’s laptop: “There’s no cheer but tempered with behavior not so nice.” There’s yearbook nonsense, ice cube fights and beer unlike her Bill exempt from all his vice. The witch corroborates her vision’s haul: she is that evil come this morn to call.