Nick can feel repugnance to that now. He could feel the jury questioning: Who are these people? What planet do they come from? He could see that his message wasn’t landing, that they didn’t care about free speech or transparency, not like he did. They didn’t understand him or the importance of what he did—nobody cared that the rumors Gawker posted often did become tomorrow’s news. He could look at them and feel angry at their hypocrisy, knowing that each one of the jurors in that box had probably clicked on or shared one of the types of stories they were demanding he explain.
