SCARED TO LIFE 



morning and sent for me to give him some medi 

 cine that would prolong his life ? &quot; 



&quot;You cannot give me any treatment is that 

 it ? &quot; 



&quot; Yes, I can. I can put the whole pharma 

 copoeia into one word and give it to you, but you 



will not take it. It s bitter, but it might cure 





 you. 



&quot; Give it to me.&quot; 



&quot; Stop.&quot; 



&quot; Do you mean give up business ? &quot; 



&quot; Give up everything. Stop living for a year, 

 and live. If you don t want to die, let Wall 

 Street die. You cannot both live together.&quot; 



&quot; Am I to understand that I can avert an 

 organic disaster with care ? &quot; 



&quot; No. You are bringing it on with care. 

 Stop caring. Go away. Forget and you will 

 lift yourself by your waistband out of an early 

 grave. Where s that boy of yours ? &quot; 



&quot; He is at school.&quot; 



&quot; School at seven ! Atrocious ! So, you had 

 to smash him, too.&quot; 



&quot; I couldn t very well take care of him when 

 his mother died, so I put him in a comfortable 

 private home school.&quot; 



&quot; When did you see him ? &quot; 



I had to think. &quot; Three or four weeks ago.&quot; 



&quot; Great Scott that fine little fellow handed 

 over to orphanage to accommodate Wall Street!&quot; 



&quot; Oh, you mistake. I am working for his 

 future.&quot; 



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