The Legal Cave

I went along with OldRuin to a negotiation today with the other side’s lawyers. They were pointing out a couple of technical deficiencies in our case which appeared to have no merit other than us not having ticked quite the right boxes before the lawyers got involved. “You know,” said OldRuin, “sometimes I look at what we do and think we’re no better than the prisoner’s in Plato’s cave.” Both the other side and I have to say myself looked a little non-plussed. OldRuin continued: “Plato imagined that all these prisoners saw of the world was its shadows. Sometimes it reminds me of what we do. Yet, when I meet the people who will be affected by the hospital closure, it’s like coming out of the cave and being blinded by the bright light of reality.” He looked at the other side’s lawyers and then turned to me and said: “Come on, BabyB. Sometimes I tire of a profession to which I have devoted my life. The sun’s shining outside and it’s time to leave the cave.” He paused and then gave a wry smile at the other side: “For today, at least.”

August 25, 2015 · Tim Kevan · One Comment
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  1. Abigail - April 17, 2010

    The shadows on the cave wall are cast by the fire. It is hard enough to bear turning round and looking at the fire, before you try leaving the cave.