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The accomplishment of which will cover her in much glory and the admiration of all in the office, who know the grievious path she will have traversed to victory.
Sadly, the legendary tales of her past endeavours would seem to suggest that victory may be beyond her grasp.
Gentlefolk, I present for your entertainment this fine summer's day the tale of Madame Lawyer, one whose name is known throughout the office as a lady of much pride and ambition, but small wit indeed. For this Madame Lawyer has a number of patrons who have contracted with her on their own behalfs, hoping that she will be able to assail the rocky heights and darkened shadows of the Land of State Government, and thereby secure for them that glittering prize, that shining grail which otherwise they might not be able to obtain on their own valor; to wit, that coveted blue sheet of paper known as State Occupational License which is held by Board Staff in trust, to be bestowed only upon the truly worthy.
Madame Lawyer's name is, as I have told you, well known throughout the office - unfortunately, to her detriment. For she is one who, having cultivated a knowledge of Board Staff and being familiar by name with each, does present herself falsely as having secret and sacred information which is not made privy to all seekers; indeed, she does give her patrons to believe that she is the only questor in all the realm capable of obtaining License for them.
I have mentioned to you Madame Lawyer's lack of wit, which makes itself manifest in this way: although she makes much of her relationship and familiarity with those who determine the worthiness of each supplicant, she yet ignores each attempt by Board Staff to identify her patrons by aught other than name. For each is assigned upon receipt of their application an individual ID number, which belongs to that person alone, and none is ever duplicated; the better to make accurate identification and ensure that each is judged upon their own merits.
And yet Madame Laywer doth resist, despite her supposed secret knowledge; insisting that each patron be identified by name alone, thereby wreaking confusion and provoking Board Staff to much wrath. There be a legend, that one day Madame Lawyer will be forthcoming with the required information, providing an ID number to Board Staff; and that on that day, one of Board Staff will suffer a heart attack, and be caused to fall upon the ground, possibly hitting their head upon a desk; and that the towers of the building of State Government shall be cast down, so that not one brick remains upon the other; and that freedom shall reign in the land, and blue State Licenses shall be made available to all those applicants who have suffered mightily in pursuit of their goals; all excepting Madame Lawyer's patrons, whose ID numbers have already been lost to posterity and whose records shall therefore be unidentifiable in the rubble.
Sadly, the legendary tales of her past endeavours would seem to suggest that victory may be beyond her grasp.
Gentlefolk, I present for your entertainment this fine summer's day the tale of Madame Lawyer, one whose name is known throughout the office as a lady of much pride and ambition, but small wit indeed. For this Madame Lawyer has a number of patrons who have contracted with her on their own behalfs, hoping that she will be able to assail the rocky heights and darkened shadows of the Land of State Government, and thereby secure for them that glittering prize, that shining grail which otherwise they might not be able to obtain on their own valor; to wit, that coveted blue sheet of paper known as State Occupational License which is held by Board Staff in trust, to be bestowed only upon the truly worthy.
Madame Lawyer's name is, as I have told you, well known throughout the office - unfortunately, to her detriment. For she is one who, having cultivated a knowledge of Board Staff and being familiar by name with each, does present herself falsely as having secret and sacred information which is not made privy to all seekers; indeed, she does give her patrons to believe that she is the only questor in all the realm capable of obtaining License for them.
I have mentioned to you Madame Lawyer's lack of wit, which makes itself manifest in this way: although she makes much of her relationship and familiarity with those who determine the worthiness of each supplicant, she yet ignores each attempt by Board Staff to identify her patrons by aught other than name. For each is assigned upon receipt of their application an individual ID number, which belongs to that person alone, and none is ever duplicated; the better to make accurate identification and ensure that each is judged upon their own merits.
And yet Madame Laywer doth resist, despite her supposed secret knowledge; insisting that each patron be identified by name alone, thereby wreaking confusion and provoking Board Staff to much wrath. There be a legend, that one day Madame Lawyer will be forthcoming with the required information, providing an ID number to Board Staff; and that on that day, one of Board Staff will suffer a heart attack, and be caused to fall upon the ground, possibly hitting their head upon a desk; and that the towers of the building of State Government shall be cast down, so that not one brick remains upon the other; and that freedom shall reign in the land, and blue State Licenses shall be made available to all those applicants who have suffered mightily in pursuit of their goals; all excepting Madame Lawyer's patrons, whose ID numbers have already been lost to posterity and whose records shall therefore be unidentifiable in the rubble.
I salute thy wit and thy marvelous ability with the written word!
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