I am currently reading a book about the poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning before she got together with the poet Robert Browning. She was a recluse, and sickly and hated breaks in her routine. She was also, of course, brilliant and skilled, and it is said Browning released her from the prison her family kept her in. OK, fine, but my point is about brilliant people who are reclusive, such as myself. I hate breaks in my routine and have a hard time dealing with people.
Well, alert and long-term readers will recall that last spring I was an actor in mock trials at Cornell Law School. During that time, I who had never served on a jury, received a pre-trial summons of some kind from the county court--the real thing wanted me as a juror. I was glad to learn about juries in the exercises at the law school, but quickly found watching a bunch of lawyers argue in front of me...not exactly my cup of tea.
I am due for a week of vacation from my routine (damnitall) at the county supreme court. I am testing the possibilities: 'No hablo Ingles Senor' or maybe 'Off with his head!'(with a karate chop for emphasis) or maybe 'hang em all and let God sort it out' or perhaps 'I am an anarchist and don't believe this court has any authority so I am going home'.