Prosecuting the Laws of Physics?

I was reading this piece, in which the Michael Jackson prosecution team began celebrating a verdict that has not yet been delivered.

Leaving the whole notion of the case itself aside, I couldn't help but notice this tidbit at the end:

The prosecutor's team was first spotted making merry at the bar, and then retreated to a private dining room behind the bar that has no door.

So...did they climb a ladder and rappel through a missing ceiling tile? Is there a tunnel of some sort?

Perhaps it was some sort of life-size Zen mind teaser; "The celebration is within the room with no door, Grasshopper. If a celebration occurs where you cannot reach it, then does it exist? Think carefully..."

I'm also pondering the Sartreian implications. In a room with, as the article says, no exit (literally!), how long would the "celebration" remain a celebration before it devolved into a psychological hell of trapped, venial backstabbing that mocked in retrospect the mood that prompted the original celebration?

Is the whole paragraph, indeed, a twisted commentary on the ephemerality of joy (and, of course, pain)? Or a scold; "make sure there's a door in your heart to let the joy out, lest it turn to something else from loneliness" or some such?

I'm picturing the high-powered District Attorneys.

DA: "I'll take an Oban, neat".

Waiter: "That's very good, sir. Unfortunately, I can't serve you. There seem to be no door into your celebration".

DA: "Jeezus H. Christ, I hate technicalities. Ironic, isn't it?"

Waiter: "Yes, sir."

I need to think about this.

Posted by Mitch at June 10, 2005 12:22 PM | TrackBack