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the Distilled Spirits Institute; and the late Lee Tulin.By the time I got through law school, I had decided that I never wantedto practice law. I never have. I am not a member of any bar. If anyoneshould want, not unreasonably, to know what on earth I am doing – ortrying to do – teaching law, he may ﬁnd a hint of the answer toward theend of Chapter IX.When I was mulling over the notion of writing this book, I outlined myideas about the book, and about the law, to a lawyer who is not only ablebut also extraordinarily frank and perceptive about his profession.“Sure,” he said, “but why give the show away?” That clinched it.F.R.
The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science
.” Charles MacklinIn TRIBAL TIMES, there were the medicine-men. In the Middle Ages,there were the priests. Today there are the lawyers. For every age, agroup of bright boys, learned in their trade and jealous of their learning,who blend technical competence with plain and fancy hocus-pocus tomake themselves masters of their fellow men. For every age, a pseudo-intellectual autocracy, guarding the tricks of its trade from theuninitiated, and running, after its own pattern, the civilization of its day.It is the lawyers who run our civilization for us – our governments, ourbusiness, our private lives. Most legislators are lawyers; they make ourlaws. Most presidents, governors, commissioners, along with theiradvisers and brain-trusters are lawyers; they administer our laws. All the judges are lawyers; they interpret and enforce our laws. There is no