Rehearsing a Virginia marriage

  With scarcely a moment to spare,

  America's terminal panel of jur-

  ists (it's hard to think of them

  as ultimate or highest under cir-

  cumstances related, supra) grant-

  ed a reprieve yesterday in the

  matter of Virginia's mad parade

  down the nave of matrimony. Not

  on the sage grounds, mind you,

  that nobody of any consequence

  has ever married in the North-

  ern Hemisphere in August, what

  with everyone being away; and,

  mercifully, not on any knowable

  premise at all, but with the ta-

  citurnity that becomes a Court

  so given to Corporate adoration.

Nothing of the kind. No pensive delectations of the limited liability we enjoy as shareholders in bondings immune from mor-alising intrusion; no wistfulness for sweet depletions we could claim; no stirring celebrations, either, of our sovereign right to select our government. 

  

  Nor could now be thought the

  time, therefore, for rehear-

  sals of a rite deferred. No

  one knows quite what to wear

  to a Court's last chance to

  act the fount of justice in

  deference to its duty. But

  there isn't any doubt what

  it should wear.