“Am I again’ all books, says ye? I’m not. If I had money, I’d have all th’ good lithrachoor iv th’ wurruld on me table at this minyit. I mightn’t read it, but there it’d be so that anny iv me frinds cud dhrop in an’ help thimsilves if they didn’t care f’r other stimylants. I have no taste f’r readin’, but I won’t deny it’s a good thing f’r thim that’s addicted to it. In modheration, mind ye. In modheration, an’ afther th’ chores is done. F’r as a frind iv Hogan’s says, ‘Much readin’ makes a full man,’ an’ he knew what he was talkin’ about. An’ do I object to th’ pursuit iv lithrachoor? Oh, faith, no. As a pursuit ’tis fine, but it may be bad f’r anny wan that catches it.”
“If I had me job to pick out,” said Mr. Dooley, “I’d be a judge. I’ve looked over all th’ others an’ that’s th’ on’y wan that suits. I have th’ judicyal timperamint. I hate wurruk.
“Ivrybody else is pushed an’ hurrid in this tumulchuse age. Th’ business man has to get to th’ bank befure it closes an’ th’ banker has to get there befure th’ business man escapes, an’ th’ high-priced actor has to kill off more gradyates iv th’ school iv actin’ thin iver he did, an’ th’ night editions iv th’ pa-apers comes out arlier ivry mornin’. All is rush an’ worry. Kings an’ imprors duck about their jooties like bell-hops, th’ pampered son iv luxury at Newport is thryin’ f’r a mile a minyit in his autymobill an’ th’ on’y leisure class left in th’ wurruld is th’ judicyary. Mind ye, Hinnissy, I’m not sayin’ annything again’ thim. I won’t dhrag th’ joodicyal ermine in th’ mud though I haven’t noticed that manny iv thim lift it immodestly whin they takes th’ pollytical crossing. I have th’ high rayspict f’r th’ job that’s th’ alternative iv sixty days in jail. Besides, me boy, I invy thim.