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I Had Inherited What My Father Called The Art Of The Advocate, Or The Irritating Habit Of Looking For The Flaw In Any Argument.

Rumpole, You Must Move With The Times." "if I Don't Like The Way The Times Are Moving, I Shall Refuse To Accompany Them.

Never Believe A Rumour Until You Hear It Officially Denied.

The Worst Fault Of The Working Classes Is Telling Their Children They're Not Going To Succeed, Saying: There Is Life, But It's Not For You.

No Power On Earth, However, Can Abolish The Merciless Class Distinction Between Those Who Are Physically Desirable And The Lonely, Pallid, Spotted, Silent, Unfancied Majority.