No one is under pressure. How many times I have laughed at you telling me plainly that I was too lazy to be anything but a lawyer. In the third year of law school, they ought to teach English as a Second Language. In tribal times, there were medicine men. In the Middle Ages, there were the priests.
Today there are the lawyers.
For every age, a group of bright boys, learned in their trade and jealous of their learning, who blend technical competence with plain and fancy hocus-pocus to make themselves masters of their fellow men. For every age, a pseudo-intellectual autocracy, guarding the tricks of its trade from the uninitiated, and running after its own pattern, the civilization of its day. After twenty-five years' observation, I can give it as the condensed history of most, if not all, good lawyers, that they lived well and died poor. Next to the confrontation between two highly trained, finely honed batteries of lawyers, jungle warfare is a stately minuet. We are all too apt by shifting on them our business, to incroach on that time which should be devoted to their studies.