The Mark Of A True Crush... Is

When Two People Marry They Become In The Eyes Of The Law One Person, And That One Person Is The Husband.

Letters Are Expectation Packaged In An Envelope.

The Federal Building's Large Ceremonial Courtroom, Reserved For Show Trials, Is Veneered In Executive Teak. Bench, Counsel Tables, Jury Boxes, Entrances, And Exits -- All Are As Formally Arranged As An Elizabethan Stage. Only The Drama Is Shapeless, At Least To Those Of Us Who Have Never Seen A Trial Before. We See Only Random Movements, Sequences, Comings And Goings, No Form Or Agenda Apparent. To Us The Action Is Less Like Watching A Play Than Watching An Aquarium.

Rome's Riches Are In Too Immediate Juxtaposition. Under The Lid Of Awful August Heat, One Moves Dizzily From Church To Palace To Fountain To Ruin, A Single Fly At A Banquet, Not Knowing Where To Light.

The Real Trouble With The Doctor Image In America Is That It Has Been Grayed By The Image Of The Doctor-as-businessman, The Doctor-as-bureaucrat, The Doctor-as-medical-robot, And The Doctor-as-terrified-victim-of-malpractice-suits.