A man works hard to make a pile and doesn’t stop to ask a very basic question—why am I doing this? He makes a stack of money but has no one to share it with. He can’t afford to marry or have children, because they would take him away from his work. He cannot afford to have friends because all their motives would be suspect. He could buy dinner for everyone in the restaurant, but no one wants to sit with him. That’s all right, because he doesn’t want to sit with them either.
