How it opens
You came to Dawson's Landing young, licenced, and solvent, with a New York diploma and a Missouri suit.
The town was a drowsy slice of the Mississippi shore, proud of its two thousand souls and its Virginia ancestry.
Percy DriscollThey are calling you Pudd'nhead behind your back, Wilson. Take the name and thrive, for it is yours now.
And what will the town call me on the day it needs a will drawn, Percy?
Percy DriscollIt will send to the next county first, and then it will send for you, and be rude about both.
Choose
Laugh with them and set up practice anyway.
Defend your own sense with diagrams and patience.
Begin at once a hobby that needs no town's permission.