I veckans En smakebit på søndag så kommer mitt bidrag från boken The Litigators av John Grisham.  Den handlar tre advokater. Två av dem är Oscar Finley och Wally Figg som driver en liten advokatfirma som går rätt dåligt. De sysslar med skadestånd, rattfyllemål och snabba skilsmässor. Den tredje advokaten är David Zinc jobbar hundra timmar i veckan på en stor advokatfirma. En dag får han ett sammanbrott. 

Utdraget kommer från början, just när David får sitt sammanbrott.

When the elevator began its descent, David Zinc started to laugh.The spinning and nausea were gone. The pressure on his chest vanished. He was doing it! He was leaving the sweatshop of Rogan Rothberg and saying farewell to a nighmare. He, David Zinc, of all the thousands of miserable associates and junior partners in the tall buildings of downtown Chicago, he and he alone has found the spine to walk away that gloomy morning. He sat on the floor in the empty elevator, watching with a wide grin as the floor numbers zipped downward in bright red digital numbers, and he fought to control his thoughts.