“Do they say bad things about you, too?” she asked in open-eyed surprise.
“Occasionally,” he smiled. “When they think I’m important enough.”
“I don’t see how they can,” he heard her murmur to herself.
“Oh, most of what they say is true.”
“Then I know it can’t be very bad,” she made haste to answer.
“You had better read it and see.”
“I don’t understand business at all,” she said
“But—sometimes it almost frightens me. Business isn’t really like war, is it?”
“A good deal like it. But that need not frighten you. All life is a battle—sometimes, at least. Success implies fighting.”
“And does that in turn imply tragedy—for the loser?”