t was the best of intentions. It was the worst of intentions.
As the 19th century gave way to the 20th, the forefathers' standard means of dispatching an evildoer — a length of rope or a shot of lead — were under re-examination by a technophilic nation convinced its science could find a way to kill a man without inconveniencing him.
The first great American contribution — if you can call it that — to the the art of killing me softly was the electric chair, and its debut did not impress everyone.
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