Character: Thomas Tam

Kakwas, my child, you are a glorious fellow and your whole soul is like your father. Your head is huge, and there must be a lot of brains in it. I noticed this a long time ago and therefore had the intention of making you a lawyer. But lawyers are no longer in fashion, and the profession of a politician is unprofitable. You judged wisely, there is nothing better than the craft of an editor.