![]() ![]() Need to give a present and the wife says a painting would be just the thing. He's a right berk of a boy, but family is family, don't you know. He said to me, Cavendish, dear fellow, the wife's got a cousin getting married next week. «This painting,» I explained, «was commissioned by Guvner Hashkar, Chief Justice of the Courts and Factol for the Fraternity of Order. My hand is falling asleep trying to copy them all.» «My statement is I wish there weren't so many curlicues carved over the entranceway. ![]() ![]() «What artistic statement are you making? How the law oppresses the powerless? Or perhaps, if you are an optimist, how the law, despite its flaws, is a majestic abstraction that reflects the best within us. Certainly, this is fertile ground for an artist with an eye for irony… or tragedy… or simply the paradoxes of life. Judges in ermine passing sentence on ragged beggars. Litigants glaring at each other as they await trial. «The hustle and bustle of what this city calls justice,» the centaur continued. «Ah,» said the centaur, looking over my shoulder «I see that you're painting.» Mid-Afternoon Rotunda of the City Courts Building, in Sigil, the City of Doors:
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