Manchurian Books

Often we worked far into the night sometimes until dawn.
We really worked infernally hard, and, I recall, we worked with a very
decided enthusiasm, not simply on my uncle's part but mine, It was
a game, an absurd but absurdly interesting game, and the points were
scored in cases of bottles. People think a happy notion is enough to
make a man rich, that fortunes can be made without toil. It's a dream,
as every millionaire (except one or two lucky gamblers) can testify;
I doubt if J.D. Rockefeller in the early days of Standard Oil, worked
harder than we did. We worked far into the night--and we also worked all
day. We made a rule to be always dropping in at the factory unannounced
to keep things right--for at first we could afford no properly
responsible underlings--and we traveled London, pretending to be our own
representatives and making all sorts of special arrangements.
But none of this was my special work, and as soon as we could get other
men in, I dropped the traveling, though my uncle found it particularly
interesting and kept it up for years.


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