I confess. At the time that I came on the scene, Life’s Little Instruction Book had been checked out of the cosmic library. In all matters social, economic, political, and pertaining to etiquette, I could usually be seen flopping around, trying to determine how to act correctly.
Nowhere was this more apparent than in law school, when I encountered moot court competitions. Having no more idea than the average paramecium of how to conduct myself, I acted the way I thought an attorney should under the circumstances then and there prevailing, as we say in our more explicit pleadings.
