ABSTRACT
Drone, drone, drone, through all the evenings of spring, summer, autumn and winter, a constant humming in his mind, little facts propelled by grim teachers, working into his memory as screws driven by pneumatic drills. But in time Peter remembered enough of these little facts to pass a series of Regents Examinations and to acquire the sixty counts which made him eligible for Law School. Well, hurdle number one well taken, and the buzzing head still on the tired shoulders.
