[…] her staring upcreek from the kitchen window, her secret smiles, her sighs, this and more told the rest of the tale […]

But, Babe, you don't have to meet 'em if you don't want to.

I was foiled by my superior

His colleagues quailed when, in 1986, he first sat on the court as a brash 50-year-old whose experience had been mostly as a combative government lawyer: a justice who, in that sanctum of columns and deep judicial silence, was suddenly firing questions like grapeshot.