"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Saturday, December 12, 2009


She had a lot of experience behind the counter. She knew diamonds, real and fake. She could tell instantly, by the way the customer walked, if they had money—real money--- or not. She didn’t even need to see their clothes or their shoes or the neatly arrayed piles of credit cards, they so often unfurled from leather wallets drawn from Prada purses. She could tell simply by the shopper’s carriage, their gait.

The moment Richard approached her to ask to see the diamonds in the less-than–five-thousand dollar range, the observant saleswoman smiled, because she knew Richard walked like a man who had more money, a lot more money, than five thousand dollars on him, in cash.

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