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The New Lawyer

We have a new lawyer, Dr. Bucephalus. In his appearance little is reminiscent of the time when he was still a battle horse of Alexander of Macedonia. Who, howeveris familiar with the circumstances, notices something. But recently I saw a very simple-minded bailiff himself on the outside staircase, with the professional eye of the little regular guest of the races, gazing at the lawyer as he lifted his thighs and stepped from step to step with a step that resounded on the marble.

In general, the Barreau approved the admission of Bucephalus. With astonishing insight one says to oneself that Bucephalus is in today's social orderis in a difficult position and that for this reason, as well as for its importance in world history, it deserves to be accommodated. Today - no one can deny that - there is no great Alexander. Some know how to murder; Nor is there a lack of skill with a lance across the banquet table to hit friends; and Macedonia is too small for many to curse Philip the father - but no one, no one canlead to India. Even then India's gates were inaccessible, but their direction was marked by the king's sword. Today the gates are tolerated elsewhere and further and higher; no one shows the direction; many hold swords, but only to wave them about; and the look that tries to follow them becomes confused.

Perhaps that is why it is really best to immerse yourself in the law books, as Bucephalus did. Free, unaffected the pages from the rider's loins, by the quiet lamp, far from the din of the battle of Alexander, he reads and turns the pages of our old books.

Literary icon whose "Kafkaesque" works, like "The Metamorphosis," probe alienation and existential absurdity.