The Federal Building's large Ceremonial Courtroom, reserved for show trials, is veneered in executive teak. Bench, counsel tables, jury boxes, entrances, and exits -- all are as formally arranged as an Elizabethan stage. Only the drama is shapeless, at least to those of us who have never seen a trial before. We see only random movements, sequences, comings and goings, no form or agenda apparent. To us the action is less like watching a play than watching an aquarium.

Mind and body are not to be taken lightly. Their connection is intimate and mysterious, and better mapped by poets than pornographers.

The notion that the great artist requires a great patron has been around since the Pharaohs. That the born patron also needs an artist to patronize is a less-studied phenomenon.

When two people marry they become in the eyes of the law one person, and that one person is the husband.

Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.

The law changes and flows like water, and . . . the stream of women's rights law has become a sudden rushing torrent.

The paradox of Reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind's eye.