Random Scrap:
My inadequacy would deepen during the Chinese Law class. It had too many smart and committed students taking the average class up. The teacher was an older law professor starting the class with a local folk story about a horse or other subject and then jumping into the subject of the day. I liked the class. It was after one of them that I discovered that Berkeley had my great grandfather's book. A medical thesis all wrote in German from his time serving as a doctor during the first war. I found it in the records out of boredom. Judge Dee was the book I decided to write a paper on for one of the final papers. I drove to San Francisco on a rainy days to a really old bookstore and to my surprise discovered it was there. Professor's Bering's comment was that I was too harsh and idealistic in regards to my ideal type of the judge. I didn't mind. For full disclousure, I was making most of the things up putting as much of my opinions and referring as little as possible to the substance of the book that I only had one afternoon to read anyway.