He had learned, he said, to keep troublesome business problems locked up in his office, and he carried home only those that required no concentration; sometimes he spent a pleasant hour or two of an evening scratching his signature on checks or scribbling a score or so of confidential letters. One of the last men to whom he granted an interview came away impressed at the old man’s firm belief that there was virtue in work for work’s sake. Sixty years had failed to shake a conviction formed in boyhood that there was something reprehensible in the enjoyment of leisure.
