Justice David Souter Was the Antithesis of the Present | The New Yorker

A creature of reliable routine, Justice Souter got to work in the morning, and soon came into the room where the clerks sat—and where the drip-coffee machine lived. Its placement there must have been a deliberate way to build in a daily schmooze. We looked forward to it immensely. He invariably had an amazing story to tell, in extraordinarily curated detail, down to exact quotations of exchanges and quips. The conversation always came to a perfect dénouement with a profound but witty line that would be vibrating in the air as he turned elegantly on his heels and left.