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There's This Old Saying That, If You Aren't Particularly Gifted In Natural Sciences, If You Don't Want To Become A Teacher Or Pastor Or Doctor, And Don't Know What Else To Do, Then You Become A Lawyer. But I've Never Regretted It.

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There's This Old Saying

Bernhard Schlink

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There's This Old Saying That, If You Aren't Particularly Gifted In Natural Sciences, If You Don't Want To Become A Teacher Or Pastor Or Doctor, And Don't Know What Else To Do, Then You Become A Lawyer. But I've Never Regretted It.

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