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	Comments on: The Language of the Law	</title>
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		By: Peter		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wonderful! My father was also a lawyer who became a circuit court judge (in Newport News) later in life, but I accepted his (I guess) subliminal invitation to become one, too, and stuck at it for sixteen years. I found wellsprings of a connection with him in the turns of phrase he&#039;d employ in certain limited genres--the occasional legal opinions his job required and (oddly) thank-you notes. I wonder, in retrospect, how much of my love for the rule of law didn&#039;t come, after all, to all of my classmates who put their hands over their hearts with me each morning but from the accident of my upbringing at home.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful! My father was also a lawyer who became a circuit court judge (in Newport News) later in life, but I accepted his (I guess) subliminal invitation to become one, too, and stuck at it for sixteen years. I found wellsprings of a connection with him in the turns of phrase he&#8217;d employ in certain limited genres&#8211;the occasional legal opinions his job required and (oddly) thank-you notes. I wonder, in retrospect, how much of my love for the rule of law didn&#8217;t come, after all, to all of my classmates who put their hands over their hearts with me each morning but from the accident of my upbringing at home.</p>
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