Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
I gather from a lawyer that there was a rehearsal yesterday. We haven't a hope. I know the presiding judge too: I've had the misfortune to sleep with his wife. He was specially picked.
I think we carry around the idea of being a Kid in the Hall as part of our identity. It's a big part of how we see ourselves now.

