
Another confession: I had a really hard time with this chapter. And it's not just because I read it sitting in an airport waiting for a plane that was delayed for an hour and a half. Rather, it's because of the way Nibley speaks of the wealthy. Certain of his descriptions feel, to me, so laughably one-dimensional---so moustache-twirling, tying-the-heroine-to-the-tracks---that I find myself fighting both his prose and my instincts to not just dismiss his entire piece out of hand. Read more »






