CHAPTER 191 aO Money, all men are hypocrites when your name enters their mouths; and I do not understand how so much villainy can flow from your shining goodness!
2 bYou may remember, O Money, the many sweet words I uttered about my cousin; I praised his generosity, and related to you cmy abiding loyalty to his family.
3 dBut how different are the faces of the righteous when you turn to them in need! Then indeed their features become twisted with laughter and ridicule, and they heap scorn upon you for your misfortunes, instead of gold.
4 O Money, spare me these indignities and humiliations! Free me from the power of coldhearted cousins who offer menial labor in response to heartfelt supplications for mercy.
5 eBut yea, verily, I still have my pride, and I shall not serve as a wage slave; I shall not stoop to put myself at the beck and call of those who are too lazy to carry their messages from one part of the ftrading floor to another.
6 Do not doubt my faith in you, O Money; I would have thrown his disgraceful offer in his face and stormed out of his office, but for my befuddlement about such ill treatment at the hands of one I trusted.
7 gTruly, tomorrow I shall return to his office, and denounce him for his meanness, O Money, and then I shall return to you, pure and hrededicated to your bright golden face.
8 Truly, O Money, truly.
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CHAPTER 201 iO Money, Money, Money.
2 jO Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money.
3 kO Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money.
4 lO Money, Money, Money.
5 mO Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money.
6 O Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money.
7 O Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money.
8 O Money, Money, Money.
9 nO Money, all day long men speak your name on the trading floor, until I think I must go mad, for I have none of you, and I am bereft.
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