This is the way David Boies conducts himself when the battle is at its hottest, when losses are mounting and the enemy is preparing for the kill: he sits upright with his gold-framed reading glasses halfway down his nose, a pen and document in hand, while his paralegal, only a few feet away, performs a circus act involving two cell phones, a briefcase and an importunate reporter. Boies’ pen makes sharply slanting scratches on a critical legal brief–just one stone in a brutal, driving hail of critical briefs–that must be filed immediately on behalf of Vice President Al Gore
