You can't give a man that much money all in a lump and suddenly, after he has been content with dollars enough to pay for the food he eats, without seeing him lose his sense of proportion.

Twenty-five dollars he understands and can spend more prudently than you, perhaps.

Twenty-five thousand he simply cannot gauge.

It seems exhaustless.

It is as if you plucked from the night all the stars you can see, knowing that the Milky Way is still there and unnumbered other stars invisible, even in the aggregate.
Casey played poker with an appreciative audience and the lid off.