As A Child Growing Up In The

As A Child Growing Up In The Precincts Of Wealth, And Later As A College Student, Newspaper Reporter And Resident Of New York's Upper East Side, I Got Used To Listening To The Talk Of Financial Killings And Sexual Misalliance That Animates The Conversation Of The Rich And The Familiars Of The Rich.

Recollections Of Early Childhood Bear Comparison To Fairy Tales, And ... Youth Remains An Unknown Country To Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns Except As The Agent Of A Foreign Power.

Tardiness Is Next To Wickedness In A Society Relentless In Its Consumption Of Time As Both A Good And A Service--as Tweet And Instagram, Film Clip And Sound Bite, As Sporting Event, Investment Opportunity, Tinder Hookup, And Interest Rate--its Value Measured Not By Its Texture Or Its Substance But By The Speed Of Its Delivery, A Distinction Apparent To Andy Warhol When He Supposedly Said That Any Painting That Takes Longer Than Five Minutes To Make Is A Bad Painting.

Power Broken Into A Thousand Pieces Can Be Hidden And Disowned.

If We Could Let Go Of Our Faith In Money, Who Knows What We Might Put In Its Place?