Abstract
The new journal came cantertrotgallumphing down the road and the old clinician sitting with his back against the way-sign watched it come. Or maybe lurchhoploping. The thing had six wobbly legs, as though they'd nailed three editors underneath, and it had heads sticking out on all sides like artichokes on a stalk or law teachers on an advisory board. Even at this distance, the oldster could hear one head shout out, "Isn't that a marvelous sight!" and another hollered, "Yes!" and he could see that they were looking at different things, and he had to admire how the heads had been put on at different angles so their lines of vision wouldn't overlap and they could agree. Whoever had designed the journal had survived a lot of faculty meetings. Anyway, this was manifestly some kind of new contraption. New contraptions were not what the old clinician needed. Not now. He had come to sit and think, and not about new things. The weathered stele was cool and comforting behind his shoulder blades, with its inscribed directions still deep-cut despite its age. He had not read them. It had been dark when he came here, and now he wanted only to pursue his thoughts.
Publication Title
Clinical Law Review
Volume
1
Issue
1
First Page
9
Recommended Citation
Anthony G. Amsterdam,
Telling Stories and Stories About Them,
1
Clinical L. Rev
9
(1994).
Available at:
https://gretchen.law.nyu.edu/clr/vol1/iss1/4