SCENE: Two young literati meet in the subterrain of Adams House. One guy is finely garbed in the prevailing Europrep mode and carries a neatly pressed knapsack. The Other guy is stone washed, unwashed and sports a shoulder bag. As they are seniors, the exchange quickly comes around to what they are going to do with their lives.

Actually, I'm applying to law school," says the One, looking dejected. "Maybe entertainment law."

"I see, something artistic. But I thought you wanted to be a writer?" says the Other.

"I did, but it's such a stifling, soulwrenching, back-stabbing jungle of snarling, venomous mediocrities out there."

"You're worried about competing with mediocre writers? What about the ones who might be better than you?"

"Nah, they won't make it either. They've got the same problem as me: they're good."

"Oh, you ain't so good. And with the resume an acknowledged post-modern poetic form, you'll do great."

"Are you serious?"

"Sure. By the way, have you read the new commentary on Feldstein-Garcia v. Oklahoma?"

"You're making fun of me," the One says angrily, ascending the stairs towards the dining hall.

The Other follows in hot pursuit: "Don't be so One-sided. I do some paper-chasing myself. You know us fiction writers: we get the old creative rocks off on almost anything." The One rushes out through the enormous wooden door which protects the dining hall from the challenging scents of Tommy's Lunch.

"I know I'm selling out. I really don't care about Feldstein-Garcia v. Alabama."

"Oklahoma," says the Other. "But don't worry, everyone gets the states mixed up. I'm sure they'll teach you them in law school."

"Enough about law school! You know I don't want to spend my life making torts. I'd rather be writing...."

"YOU MUST APPROACH these life decisions boldly, soldier," says the Other, pulling a soup ladle from his shoulderbag and waving it grandly to the sky. "Remember, legal practice is more than just desserts. Yes, much more. Why come suppertime at the bench, you'll be stewing justice for the starving masses. Think of it: the hot broth of due process."