[Passing the shop after school...]

Passing the shop after school, he would look up at the sign and go on, glad that his own life had to do with books. Now at night when he saw the grey in his parents’ hair and heard their talk of that day’s worries and the next: lack of orders, if orders, lack of workers, if workers, lack of goods, if there were workers and goods, lack of orders again, for the tenth time he said, “I’m going in with you: there’s more money in business.” His father answered, “Since when do you care about money? You don’t know what kind of a life you’re going into— but you have always had your own way.” He went out selling: in the morning he read the Arrival of Buyers