In recent weeks, my nearest and dearest have been subjected to my incessant blabbering about my Jurisprudence essay. Most of it complaining, the occasional claim to a breakthrough…but really, most of it – complaining.
I’ve decided to put it aside for a while and work on other things (mainly for sanity’s sake). Unfortunately, my unconscious has a sadistic sense of humour. A sense of humour which resulted in me having a Jurisprudential dream last night.
These are times of low.
It involved a confrontation with academic X, whose theory I’ve chosen to critique for my essay. I bump into her in the halls of my law building and the following conversation ensues:
Me: I’m doing my essay on your theory.
X: (rather worried) Really? Hmm, well I think we should have a chat. Just to make sure you’re not getting it all wrong…
Me: Yes, of course.
Fuzzy recollection of me trying to explain my ideas, and then…
X: Well, what you really must remember to do is Moonwalk.
Silence, followed by an unconvincing nod. I try to look as if I know what she’s talking about.
Me: Yes…
X: (unimpressed) Do you know what Moonwalking is?
Jackson related comment would be inappropriate here, I guess.
X: (sighs, waves hands about impatiently) It means you have to walk back on your argument. Re-trace your steps. Make sure you’ve considered all the possible viewpoints. Keep going back until you get it right.
Me: Ah. Yes. Of course.
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Moonwalking in Jurisprudence: probably the only (un)contribution to the world of legal philosophy I shall ever make.
Even then, I suppose the real credit can only go to the man himself:
Drumroll!