Y’know, sometimes I just have to laugh.  Pardon me while I do so now. (*Ahem* – Ha ha ha!)

You see, long ago at mother’s knee, I learned to associate the word “prestige” not with impressiveness or honor or worth, but rayther with its Latin root meaning of deceit, falsity or trickery, and thus to look on it with deep suspicion.  So when somebody tries to tell me how prestigious a certain person, place or thing is (and usually, by association, how prestigious the speaker is), it generally has exactly the opposite effect on me from what they had in mind.

In a city as egocentric as Dee Cee, and especially in a profession as egocentric as the law, you can imagine that this happens quite often.

Hence my frequent desire to laugh.