Although he was a litigation lawyer, he never left home before 10 a.m. Although he could afford a Mercedes, he leisurely self-drove a Morris, window rolled down to let the smoke, emanating from his perennial pipe, escape. Although many clients waited anxiously in the reception of his Pickwickian office in the Fort, he always first visited the Ripon Club, for some black coffee and dry toast. None could bother him on the cell phone, as he did not possess one.
Unhurried and relaxed, he walked past some really nervous clients whose matters had already begun to be heard in Court, joking......