Book2:KigdomIteDreams

peofmydaysinprayerandthepracticeofascetics,hopingthatinafterlife,Iwillhrownintothehugepotofboilingoindbeburnttohumanjerky.Iwillyselfasluckyifitwerenotso.Astomoisabsolutelysuperfluoustome.’

    “Andyou,pettythiefandgambler”saidtheoldmanturningtoRichard.“Don’tyouwanttoberich?Isn’tmoneywhatyoulivefor?”

    “You,olddwarf,aretoopresumptuous!Yah,Iusedtobeathiefandagambler,butIwasfortunateoobeethepresidentofWorldBank.ButthemoremoneyIhad,themorepressureIfeltonmyshoulders.Ijustcouldn’ttakethepressure,tensionandtroublemoneybrings,sned.Ionlywanttobeaoncitizen.”Richardlookedattheoldmanptuouslyandsaid,“Tome,moneyisn''''tthatimportant.Ihaveitorhaveitnot.It’sirrelevant.”Theoldman’sfieryeyesrestedonJamaz.