Chapters 3 and 4 of the book T he Street Lawyer After I left Mordacay Green office, I drove around and around the city while the snow fell. As a lawyer with hours to work, wich my clients paid for, I couldn´t do this sort of thing-ust moving with the traffic, not going anywhere, but I was doing it now. I didin´t want to go back to the empty apartment, I didn´t want to go to a bar, either –id probably never leave. So I drove, I went through, poor parts of the city I had never seen before. Then I went back to Drake & Seney, I went up in Mister´s elevator again, walked along the hall to my office, and sat down at my desk, for the first time I wondered how much everything in my office had cost- the expensive old desk the red leather armchairs, and the Persian carpets. Weren´t we just chasing money, here in this building? Why did we work so hard to buy a more expensive carpet or an older desk? Was that a good reason to work? Was this the life I wanted? people who had nothing....