I never did match my jacket from Shanghai Tang because the plain Black pants cost $290. Still, when I compare that to Roy Pearson's, maybe I ought to, even if their private sale doesn't include discontinued merchandise. I think news like that is making me lose interest in writing, at least about it, because I got nothing from the humorless judgment, other than learning this maniac managed somehow to receive a judicial appointment after living off unemployment and had no less than eight witnesses on his side.