My hired helper worked beside me, and neither of us being expert we were well splattered. Suddenly we found ourselves out of paint. I said, “Neal, run up to Holman’s and get a half-gallon of paint and a quart of thinner.” “I’ll have to clean up and change my clothes,” he said. “Nuts! Go as you are.” “I can’t do it.” “Why not? I would.” Then he said a wise and memorable thing. “You got to be awful rich to dress as bad as you do,” he said. And this isn’t funny. It’s true. And it was true at the orgy. How unthinkably rich these Texans must be to live as simply as they were.
