Gordon Smith and Larry Ribstein have an interesting discussion of Lucian Bebchuk's suit before the Delaware Court of Chancery. For various reasons I won't blog my own predictions, but this should be worth watching.

I pilloried Prudence in this space yesterday, and added floridly:

Now, I think that this whole mistake really results from a fatal flaw to the Dear Prudence column that has existed since its inception. Neither Slate nor the column's authors have been able to figure out what the column's exact bailiwick is.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

-- Introibo ad altare Dei.

From, of course, the Book of the Day.