“The world is making poor choices, and there’s plenty enough people with business degrees,” says Blake firmly, glancing at me. “We need more readers and artists and creatives. They’re the real visionaries. The rest is just capitalism. And if you really want, you can still take business classes.” “I wouldn’t call myself a visionary.” “I would,” he says cheerfully. “From what I can tell, you have lots of talents.” “Rumors.”
