I had to force it into my mind.

I worked so hard--but maybe it was all the better for me.

I not only learned my law, but I remember to this minute every misplaced comma and every broken type on every page I read; and I know how type looks, irregularly set around a roll of brown hair and a pair of gray eyes that look straight at you.

My boy, when the principles of law are back and under that kind of a page illustration, they are hard to get, and you don't forget them when they're yours.

It wasn't hard to learn things in Princeton.