“Yet there seem to be restrictions even here.”
“Restrictions?”
“Yes,” laughed Langford; “restrictions on a man’s desires.”
Dakota looked at him with a saturnine smile. “Restrictions on a man’s desires,” he repeated slowly. Then he laughed mirthlessly. “Some people wouldn’t be satisfied if they owned the whole earth. They’d be wanting the sun, moon, and stars thrown in for good measure.”
Langford laughed again. “That’s human nature, my friend,” he contended, determined not to be forced to digress from the main subject. “Have you got everything you want? Isn’t there anything besides what you already have that appeals to you? Have you no ambition?”
“There are plenty of things I want. Maybe I’d be modest, though, if I had ambition. We all want a lot of things which we can’t get.”
“Correct, my friend. Some of us want money, others desire happiness, still others are after something else. As you say, some of use are never satisfied—the ambitious ones.”
“Then you are ambitious?”
“You’ve struck it,” smiled Langford.
Dakota caught his gaze, and there was a smile of derision on his lips. “What particular thing are you looking for?” he questioned.