With him success alone was praiseworthy and he knew none so successful as himself. No one had thrust him forward; no powerful friends had pushed him along his road to power. No, he was attorney general, and would, in all human probabability, be lord chancelor by sheer dint of his own industry and his own talent. Who else in all the world rose so high with so little help.? A premier, indeed! Who had ever been premier without mighty friends? An archbishop! Yes, the son or grandson of a great noble, or else, probably, his tutor. But he Sir Abraham, had no mightly lord at his back; his father had been a country apothecary, his mother a farmer's daughter. Why should he respect any but himself?

— Trollope  

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