And he by himself went from--obviously he wasn't successful--went from office to office and always got heard out because when this 13-year-old showed up, people were--found it interesting.
He wasn't a successful man but he gave the impression of being one, and when he took us out to lunch I marveled at the peremptory tone with which he addressed the waiters, brisk unsmiling men in starched white aprons who, in that adult room of wood paneling and cigar smoke, thoroughly intimidated the lanky, nervous adolescent I then was.