The Hallowe'en Kids 1994, sob |
The tallest
man in the class put his head in his hands and cried 'I want to leave this
course.'
Sitting at
four tables, facing into little groups, some well experienced, skilled people
kept coming up with the wrong answers, 'but, but, but, what if?' we cried.
'No, no, no.'
She in the black regalia repeated.
'Don't get
seduced by the facts, what do you have to remember?'
Blank faces
all round.
'La, la,
la,' she hinted.
Somebody hesitantly suggested, 'Law'.
'Cor-rect,'
she hissed.
Terrible
thing, I am now dreaming in law-speak and find myself starting sentences with
'the facts of the case are'.
Bewilderment
is a great bond, this mixed bag of a class are going to the local pub for a
Hallowe'en fancy dress party on Friday, enthusiastically. And you should see
the local pub. Scary even when it's not Hallowe'en.
And in a
happily accidental change in reading pleasure, I'm enjoying American legal theory. My prodigal lodger came back from a long odyssey and is already gone
on another one. He was here long enough
to introduce me to Jack Reacher. I told him my head was numb from law books and
he reckoned if his classics-oriented wife liked 'One Shot' then I would
too.
So, I have Jack Reacher in bed, as have millions of women before me, yet he's
still refreshing. The only thing about Kindle, I can't even stroke the page,
safe text guaranteed.
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