The other day while we were cruising down the road, Sophi announced “Dad, I know what I want to be when I grow up”.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Rich”, she said.
“Why’s that?”, I asked.
“Because then I’ll be able to build a great big house and fill it with all the books I want, and not have to go to the library anymore”.
There are worse reasons to desire wealth.