re: #209 KGxvi

But there is no joy in Mudville.

No, in those kinds of hearings, there generally is not. Nope. Nada. Zilch.

Just a long, slow trudge in the smoggy, echoing parking garage, towing that goddam heavy banker’s box crammed with crumpled papers stamped in angry red letters.

Every step, it gets heavier, crammed as it is with the ugly evidence of a once-promising legal career now reduced to a sniggering inside joke…