"He is an
educated fellow, and he doesn't care for money at all."
"Doesn't care for money, eh?" the younger Nodelman jeered
"Do you think money is really everything?" I shot back. "One
might be able to find a thing or two which could not be bought
with it."
"Not even at Ridley's," [note] he jested, but he was manifestly
beginning to resent my attitude and to take our passage at arms
rather seriously
"Not even at Ridley's. You can't get brains there, can you?"
"Well, I never learned to write, but I have a learned fellow in my
office.
He's chuck full of learning and that sort of thing. Yet who is
working for whom--I for him or he for me? So much for
education--for the stuff that's in a man's head. And now let's take
charity--the stuff that's in a man's heart.
I don't care what you say, but of what use is a good heart unless he
has some jinglers [note] to go with it? You can't shove your hand
into your heart and pull out a few dollars for a poor friend, can
you? You can help him out of your pocket, though--that is,
provided it is not empty.
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