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"
You
quit
over
the
same
case
,
didn
’
t
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Judge
Narragansett
.
"
I
quit
when
the
court
of
appeals
reversed
my
ruling
.
The
purpose
for
which
I
had
chosen
my
work
,
was
my
resolve
to
be
a
guardian
of
justice
.
But
the
laws
they
asked
me
to
enforce
made
me
the
executor
of
the
vilest
injustice
conceivable
.
I
was
asked
to
use
force
to
violate
the
rights
of
disarmed
men
,
who
came
before
me
to
seek
my
protection
for
their
rights
.
Litigants
obey
the
verdict
of
a
tribunal
solely
on
the
premise
that
there
is
an
objective
rule
of
conduct
,
which
they
both
accept
.
Now
I
saw
that
one
man
was
to
be
bound
by
it
,
but
the
other
was
not
,
one
was
to
obey
a
rule
,
the
other
was
to
assert
an
arbitrary
wish
—
his
need
—
and
the
law
was
to
stand
on
the
side
of
the
wish
.
Justice
was
to
consist
of
upholding
the
unjustifiable
.
I
quit
—
because
I
could
not
have
borne
to
hear
the
words
‘
Your
Honor
’
addressed
to
me
by
an
honest
man
.
"
Her
eyes
moved
slowly
to
Richard
Halley
,
as
if
she
were
both
pleading
and
afraid
to
hear
his
story
.
He
smiled
.
"
I
would
have
forgiven
men
for
my
struggle
,
"
said
Richard
Halley
.
"
It
was
their
view
of
my
success
that
I
could
not
forgive
.
I
had
felt
no
hatred
in
all
the
years
when
they
rejected
me
.
If
my
work
was
new
,
I
had
to
give
them
time
to
learn
,
if
I
took
pride
in
being
first
to
break
a
trail
to
a
height
of
my
own
,
I
had
no
right
to
complain
if
others
were
slow
to
follow
.
That
was
what
I
had
told
myself
through
all
those
years
—
except
on
some
nights
,
when
I
could
neither
wait
nor
believe
any
longer
,
when
I
cried
‘
why
?
’
but
found
no
answer
.
Then
,
on
the
night
when
they
chose
to
cheer
me
,
I
stood
before
them
on
the
stage
of
a
theater
,
thinking
that
this
was
the
moment
I
had
struggled
to
reach
,
wishing
to
feel
it
,
but
feeling
nothing
.
I
was
seeing
all
the
other
nights
behind
me
,
hearing
the
‘
why
?
’
which
still
had
no
answer
—
and
their
cheers
seemed
as
empty
as
their
snubs
.
If
they
had
said
,
‘
Sorry
to
be
so
late
,
thank
you
for
waiting
—
I
would
have
asked
for
nothing
else
and
they
could
have
had
anything
I
had
to
give
them
.
But
what
I
saw
in
their
faces
,
and
in
the
way
they
spoke
when
they
crowded
to
praise
me
,
was
the
thing
I
had
heard
being
preached
to
artists
—
only
I
had
never
believed
that
anyone
human
could
mean
it
.
They
seemed
to
say
that
they
owed
me
nothing
,
that
their
deafness
had
provided
me
with
a
moral
goal
,
that
it
had
been
my
duty
to
struggle
,
to
suffer
,
to
bear
—
for
their
sake
—
whatever
sneers
,
contempt
,
injustice
,
torture
they
chose
to
inflict
upon
me
,
to
bear
it
in
order
to
teach
them
to
enjoy
my
work
,
that
this
was
their
rightful
due
and
my
proper
purpose
.
And
then
I
understood
the
nature
of
the
looter
-
in
-
spirit
,
a
thing
I
had
never
been
able
to
conceive
.
I
saw
them
reaching
into
my
soul
,
just
as
they
reach
into
Mulligan
’
s
pocket
,
reaching
to
expropriate
the
value
of
my
person
,
just
as
they
reach
to
expropriate
his
wealth
—
I
saw
the
impertinent
malice
of
mediocrity
boastfully
holding
up
its
own
emptiness
as
an
abyss
to
be
filled
by
the
bodies
of
its
betters
—
I
saw
them
seeking
,
just
as
they
seek
to
feed
on
Mulligan
’
s
money
,
to
feed
on
those
hours
when
I
wrote
my
music
and
on
that
which
made
me
write
it
,
seeking
to
gnaw
their
way
to
self
-
esteem
by
extorting
from
me
the
admission
that
they
were
the
goal
of
my
music
,
so
that
precisely
by
reason
of
my
achievement
,
it
would
not
be
they
who
’
d
acknowledge
my
value
,
but
I
who
would
bow
to
theirs
.
.
.
It
was
that
night
that
I
took
the
oath
never
to
let
them
hear
another
note
of
mine
.
The
streets
were
empty
when
I
left
that
theater
,
I
was
the
last
one
to
leave
—
and
I
saw
a
man
whom
I
had
never
seen
before
,
waiting
for
me
in
the
light
of
a
lamppost
.
He
did
not
have
to
tell
me
much
.
But
the
concerto
I
dedicated
to
him
is
called
the
Concerto
of
Deliverance
.
"
She
looked
at
the
others
.
"
Please
tell
me
your
reasons
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
faint
stress
of
firmness
in
her
voice
,
as
if
she
were
taking
a
beating
,
but
wished
to
take
it
to
the
end
.
"
I
quit
when
medicine
was
placed
under
State
control
,
some
years
ago
,
"
said
Dr
.
Hendricks
.
"
Do
you
know
what
it
takes
to
perform
a
brain
operation
?
Do
you
know
the
kind
of
skill
it
demands
,
and
the
years
of
passionate
,
merciless
,
excruciating
devotion
that
go
to
acquire
that
skill
?
That
was
what
I
would
not
place
at
the
disposal
of
men
whose
sole
qualification
to
rule
me
was
their
capacity
to
spout
the
fraudulent
generalities
that
got
them
elected
to
the
privilege
of
enforcing
their
wishes
at
the
point
of
a
gun
.
I
would
not
let
them
dictate
the
purpose
for
which
my
years
of
study
had
been
spent
,
or
the
conditions
of
my
work
,
or
my
choice
of
patients
,
or
the
amount
of
my
reward
.
I
observed
that
in
all
the
discussions
that
preceded
the
enslavement
of
medicine
,
men
discussed
everything
—
except
the
desires
of
the
doctors
.
Men
considered
only
the
‘
welfare
’
of
the
patients
,
with
no
thought
for
those
who
were
to
provide
it
.
That
a
doctor
should
have
any
right
,
desire
or
choice
in
the
matter
,
was
regarded
as
irrelevant
selfishness
;
his
is
not
to
choose
,
they
said
,
only
‘
to
serve
.
’
That
a
man
who
’
s
willing
to
work
under
compulsion
is
too
dangerous
a
brute
to
entrust
with
a
job
in
the
stockyards
—
never
occurred
to
those
who
proposed
to
help
the
sick
by
making
life
impossible
for
the
healthy
.
I
have
often
wondered
at
the
smugness
with
which
people
assert
their
right
to
enslave
me
,
to
control
my
work
,
to
force
my
will
,
to
violate
my
conscience
,
to
stifle
my
mind
—
yet
what
is
it
that
they
expect
to
depend
on
,
when
they
lie
on
an
operating
table
under
my
hands
?
Their
moral
code
has
taught
them
to
believe
that
it
is
safe
to
rely
on
the
virtue
of
their
victims
.
