Every lawyer, at least once in every case, feels himself crossing a line he doesn't really mean to cross. It just happens. And if you cross it enough times, it disappears forever. And then you're nothing but another lawyer joke, just another shark in the dirty water.
This is the rose-colored glasses. This is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. This is an ideal world where, in the legal profession, if you hold the moral torch, all winds blow your way. And how I wish it were true.