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wanted to talk to you about. I’ve
     seen how I can use all my training and experience as a banker in the best possible cause—’
    ‘Oh, forget it. That kind of rat-race is all so meaningless, so futile—’
    ‘For Christ’s sake!’ I was now very angry. ‘Don’t you try and hand me some garbled philosophical junk about the meaning of
     life! Who the hell knows what it all means? In the long run isn’t it just as meaningless to paint a picture as to make a buck?
     I guess you think I’ve always been too busy making money to ask myself the usual fundamental questions, but I’m not the money-making
     robot you seem to think I am and I’ve often wondered, particularly lately, what’s life all about. Is there a God? It seems
     inconceivable but if there is his managerial skills would appear to be pretty damn poor. Is there a life after death? Again
     it seems inconceivable, but if it exists and God has a hand in it, it’s bound to be a lousy mess. Personally I’m not interested
     in fantasy, just in hard facts which I can organize into a coherent order. We live in a capitalist society and it’s not going
     to change in our lifetime. Money keeps that society going. You need money to live, you need money to do the things you really
     want to do, you need money to do good – which brings me to what I came here to say. In Europe right now—’
    ‘Europe!’ blazed Teresa. ‘I don’t give a damn about Europe! All I care about is us and where we’re going! At least I’ve tried
     to accept you as you are, banking and all. But when have you ever made any effort to accept me as I am, Sam? When are you
     ever going to stop trying to buy me and turn me into some kind of domesticated mistress?’
    ‘Jesus Christ!’ I shouted, finally losing my temper. ‘I don’t want to turn you into a domesticated mistress! I want to turn
     you into my wife!’
    Far away at the other end of the hall the front door clicked open. ‘Hey Teresa!’ called Kevin. ‘Guess who’s just picked me
     up in a Rolls-Royce the size of a beer-truck at Forty-Second and Broadway!’
    In the kitchen we were motionless, staring at each other. Teresa’s lips were parted and the little gold cross had disappeared
     between the curves of her breasts. I wanted to make love to her.
    ‘I’ll wait for you upstairs,’ I said in a low voice. ‘I don’t want to talk to Kevin.’
    ‘No.’
    ‘Teresa—’
    ‘I’m sorry, I know I’m being mean to you but I can’t help it, I just can’t help it … My life’s in such a mess – if only I
     could work – I’ve got to try and work tonight or I think I’ll go out of my mind—’
    ‘But I must talk to you!’
    ‘Not tonight. I can’t. I’ve got to be alone. I must work, I must.’
    ‘But I love you – I’ll help you sort everything out—’
    ‘You just don’t even begin to understand.’
    The door of the kitchen was flung wide as Kevin made a grand entrance in the best show-business tradition.
    ‘Teresa, my angel! What’s that extraordinarily sinister aroma emanating from the stove? Why, hullo, Sam – no, don’t go! Why
     are you looking as flustered as if I’d caught you
in flagrante delicto
? You know I permit my female staff to receive gentlemen callers!’ And as I sank down reluctantly on the nearest chair he
     exclaimed laughing as if he could wipe the tension from the room with his exuberance: ‘Christ, those asinine actors have driven
     me clean up the wall! It’s a wonder I’m not dead of apoplexy!’
    Kevin looked younger than forty-one. Dark and six foot tall, just as I was, he had, unlike me, kept both his figure and his
     hairline. His frivolous air was deceptive. Like Wall Street Broadway was a tough world and only the fittest survived. The
     dimpled chin, claimed by many to be the source of his appeal to both sexes, was set in a hard unyielding jaw.
    ‘… and now look who’s here!’ he was saying, gesturing towards the threshold with the air of a conjuror