Chris Dolan is listening to an earthly lawyer. Doesn’t he (I assume he) understands the lawyer won’t help him at the gates to Heaven.
Dolan is the lawyer.
“(When) each man will have to learn for himself that narrow is the gare and strait the way to Eternal Life, and few there are who enter therein:
There will be no attorneys to plead his case; no alienists to plead that he was not in his right mind because he did wrong; no Freudians to plead that he was not responsible because he had an Oedipus Complex; all the masks will be taken off; he will step out of the ranks, away from the crowd, and the only voice he will hear will be the voice of conscience, which will not testify in his behalf, but will reveal self as he really is; its X-rays will penetrate beyond moods and phantasies, gestures and schemes and illusions; no loud orchestra will play to drown his conscience; no opiates will be served to make him forget or waft him off into the delightful irresponsibility of sleep; no cocktails will be served at bars with angelic barmaids to make him deaf to the voice of conscience; no Marxist will arise to defend him and say that he was determined by economic conditions under which he lived and therefore, was not free; no book of the month will be read to prove that since there is no sin, there can be no judgement.”
-Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen, Servant of God