I'm sure you would revel in it.
You start as a messenger or a teller, I believe, and from that you go up--almost indefinitely.

I'm sure if I were a man I'd love the handling of money; it has become quite a senile passion with me.
Before I get any farther I want to discuss something.

A Mrs.Bispam, an overcordial little lady whom I met at a tea the other day, told me that her son, he is at Yale, wrote her that all the boys there wore their summer underwear all during the winter, and also went about with their heads wet and in low shoes on the coldest days.

Now, Amory, I don't know whether that is a fad at Princeton too, but I don't want you to be so foolish.

It not only inclines a young man to pneumonia and infantile paralysis, but to all forms of lung trouble, to which you are particularly inclined.