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...point in the book, for example, we meet his eager friends Li and Miao Wang over dinner in their "middle class" but spartan, two-room apartment. At another, we watch a tense encounter between Butterfield and authorities over failure to pay for a train ticket he did not want, it turns into a sort of "struggle session" from which he can escape only by paying for the ticket and apologizing for his "mistake...
Wherever they eat, executives claim that the business breakfast is more productive than a long, and often liquid, lunch. While traditional brunch beverages like Bloody Marys and screwdrivers are rare, the corporate breakfast need not be spartan. Some executives prefer such healthy dishes as wheat germ and yogurt, but others indulge in eggs Benedict or Viennese crepes. In Minneapolis kippered herring and whitefish are favorites...
...survive the loss of his case. Whether he can survive the loss of his farm, which has been attached by the IRS, is another matter. A glance around his spartan home, enlivened with a touch of color from the hand-painted clay dishes displayed on a huge oaken chest, is enough to bring a catch into his voice. A look out over his 25 wooded acres, glistening with the remnants of spring rains, is enough to cause a shadow to slip across his face. His emotions are understandable. To men like Lee, their land is their life. To lose...
...here alone: "I've never had a room of my own before." The mother and daughter with matching sulks are inveterate spa-hoppers. They are accustomed to the "pamper places," where guests are practically carried to exercise class, and they find life at Canyon Ranch irritatingly spartan. They are especially cross about being asked to think. "We have to choose our own classes here," whines one. The quiet blond in the corner has been here for six months and has lost 100 Ibs. The pounds, sad to say, do not come cheap: Canyon Ranch is not wildly expensive...
While visiting the Chase Manhattan Bank in 1958, I was introduced to Paul Volcker, a young economist who sat alone in a small spartan office. Chief Economist John Wilson told me that Volcker's job was to pretend he was the Federal Reserve Bank and predict what the Fed was about to do. In two decades, Volcker progressed from thinking what the Fed would do, to what it should do. He does it well...