I won't talk about Hades (work), as it probably bores you as much as it does me.
I had only listened to a podcast of The Secret Barrister's Nothing But The Truth (an abridged narration, very abridged). However, yesterday, the book arrived. Aside from highlighting some very important points, mistakes she (or he?...) made and indeed well laid traps would be (potential) barristers may fall into, it is quite evident that this is an extremely 'nobby' occupation. I am again having second thoughts about the whole affair.
The thing is, I already had a good job in France: resident piano player at the Grand Hotel in Gerardmer (a ski resort in the mountains). The only reason I began studying in the first place was to prove to the late savant Didier Deman that the British won the Battle of Waterloo in 1815. I thought, perhaps, I could lecture in classical studies. But this isn't France: it's Dark Age Britain. Only nobby types that never did a day's work in their sorry ass lives get to study classics nowadays. (The government struck both classics and archaeology off the syllabus in 2016: the same year I graduated). Classical studies was the veritable cornerstone of university education ever since the late 13th century and the first great flowering of Higher Education (in places like Ravenna, Paris, Oxford and Cambridge). Everyone from Karl Marx, to Adam Smith, Carl Jung, John Stuart Mill, Charles Montesquieu and even Albert Venn Dicey all had a sound grounding in the classics (to name but a few...). In a single stroke, just one generation of austerity and public service cuts, the people that presume to rule over us destroyed a literary tradition harking back over 700 years, and even further than that (almost two thousand years) before universities became well established. This, is why it is the Dark Age, here, in Britain, today. Imagine a world without Adam Smith? It would not be the world which we know today.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, the reason I became a classicist (because Didier died in 2016, the same time I graduated) was to become a classicist. Not be bullied and pushed around by 18 year old tyrants for minimum wage in some dive of a fast food place (it cannot be called a 'restaurant' because legally, it is not a restaurant. There is no cutlery, no toilet, even: the people in this country are savages, and would do most anything to save a quick buck, even if it means eating with their bare hands and not having any sanitation, just like animals, or the brute beasts that are in charge there). I certainly didn't study classics to become a lawyer. If I study law, it is with the objective of becoming a lawyer. There is no other reason. Seeing as (in light of The Secret Barrister's works) that outcome is reduced to an extremely low order of probability, I have decided to not pursue yet a third degree, keeping me poor for yet another four years (the course fees are in excess of £1,600, and that's just for one module, never mind the many which are to follow). I cannot justify sinking yet more money (paid up front, I might add) into some qualification which will just leave me worse off than I already am. I already did that, I hold two degrees, and am still far worse off, now, than I was before I began studying. You see, I already had a good job, but then again, I wasn't in this country, which is fit only for beggars, slaves and animals (unless, of course, you happen to be a crook, most especially a crook in the City of London: a banker [Sorry, I didn't spell that correctly, it ought to be spelled prefixed with a 'w']).
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