“But I say, to err is human, to forgive divine.”
A noble proverb is used to excuse murderous blunders, and the calm makes it chilling.
literary
Chapter 19 of 19 · 3'13"
Little Bonaparte gives a banquet speech that is really a hit list. He remembers dead members, praises Spats as a man who'll "go far," then notes he let two witnesses get away twice. "But I say, to err is human, to forgive divine," he says — and has a birthday cake brought out four months early.
❝ Monologue · 7 lines The boss's ten-year report
He reports murder as corporate business, and the deadpan tone makes the threat funnier and colder.
Spats's Early Birthday Present
At a banquet of mobsters, the self-appointed president gives a speech. He praises the organization, holds a minute of silence for seven murdered members, then turns to Spats: some say he's too big for his spats, but he'll go far — though he did let two witnesses escape. Then a birthday cake arrives early.
This is a murder disguised as a roast. Every line of the speech is a threat wrapped in politeness: the "minute of silence" for members "rubbed out," the mock praise of Spats as a man who'll "go far" right after the joke that he's "too big for his spats." The boss even lists Spats's failures — the Saint Valentine's Day massacre, letting the witnesses escape — as if reviewing an employee. The punchline turns forgiveness into a weapon: "to err is human, to forgive divine." Having said he forgives, he hands over a birthday cake four months early, and the toast is a signal. The scene's comedy and horror come from the same source: gangland violence delivered with the manners of a board meeting.
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“But I say, to err is human, to forgive divine.”
A noble proverb is used to excuse murderous blunders, and the calm makes it chilling.
literary
“But I say, you can't keep a good man down.”
It sounds like praise but hints that a man who rises too high becomes a target.
Neutral
“So we're a little early. So what's a few months between friends?”
He waves away an ominous early birthday as nothing between friends, and the ease is the threat.
Informal
“Now, some people say he's gotten a little too big for his spats!”
A pun on too big for his boots becomes a tailor-made insult.
Informal
“You mean, you let 'em get away twice?”
Restating the failure as a question is a tidy, devastating rebuke.
Neutral
It's been ten years since I elected myself president of this organization. And if I say so myself, you made the right choice. Let's look at the record. Only we ain't pay no taxes. Of course, like in every business, we had our little misunderstandings. Uh, let us now rise and observe one minute of silence in memory of seven of our members from Chicago, north side chapter, who are unable to be here with us tonight on account of bein' rubbed out.
Because Spats's birthday is four months away. The cake is an excuse to gather the men and signal the attack, wrapped in a friendly joke: "So what's a few months between friends?"
It is a proverb about forgiving mistakes, but the boss uses it sarcastically: he pretends to pardon Spats for losing the witnesses, then has him killed anyway.
The two witnesses from the Saint Valentine's Day incident. The boss says letting them get away was careless, and Spats replies, "I almost caught up with them today."
Spats points out his birthday is four months away. The boss jokes that they are just a little early, and the cake turns out to be the setup for the killing.