"Go before you've said anything to your mother about what you intend to do.

And please let me say one thing more.
Suppose you do finally decide to make this contest.

It means a year, two years, three years, perhaps five or six, perhaps ten or more, of suspense, of degrading litigation, with the best of you shriveling, with your abilities to do for yourself paralyzed.

If you finally lose--you'll owe those Chicago sharks an enormous sum of money, and you'll be embittered and blighted for life.

If you win, they and their pals will have most of the estate; you will have little but the barren victory; and you will have lost your mother.