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           Evenfortyyearsagowehadgoodmeninpolitics,butwe,wearebroughtuptopileupamillionand"showwhatwearemadeof."SometimesIwishI’dbeenanEnglishman;Americanlifeissodamneddumbandstupidandhealthy.

           SincepoorBeatricediedI’llprobablyhavealittlemoney,butverydarnlittle.Icanforgivemotheralmosteverythingexceptthefactthatinasuddenburstofreligiositytowardtheend,shelefthalfofwhatremainedtobespentinstained-glasswindowsandseminaryendowments.Mr.Barton,mylawyer,writesmethatmythousandsaremostlyinstreetrailwaysandthatthesaidStreetR.R.sarelosingmoneybecauseofthefive-centfares.Imagineasalarylistthatgives$350amonthtoamanthatcan’treadandwrite!—yetIbelieveinit,eventhoughI’veseenwhatwasonceasizablefortunemeltawaybetweenspeculation,extravagance,thedemocraticadministration,andtheincometax—modern,that’smeallover,Mabel.

           Atanyratewe’llhavereallyknock-outrooms—youcangetajobonsomefashionmagazine,andAleccangointotheZincCompanyorwhateveritisthathispeopleown—he’slookingovermyshoulderandhesaysit’sabrasscompany,butIdon’tthinkitmattersmuch,doyou?There’sprobablyasmuchcorruptioninzinc-mademoneyasbrass-mademoney.Asforthewell-knownAmory,hewouldwriteimmortalliteratureifheweresureenoughaboutanythingtorisktellinganyoneelseaboutit.Thereisnomoredangerousgifttoposteritythanafewcleverlyturnedplatitudes.