scurrying-in-and-out

Updated: June 6, 2025

Familiarity does but spice them. I love the cold comfort of the pale oak panelling, the scurrying-in-and-out of lawyers' clerks, the eagerness and ominousness of it all, the rustle of silk as a K.C. edges his way to his seat and twists his head round for a quick whispered parley with his junior, while his client, at the solicitors' table, twists his head round to watch feverishly the quick mechanical nods of the great man's wig the wig that covers the skull that contains the brain that so awfully much depends on.

Sir Max Beerbohm - Yet Again