American writer (1942-2020)
I also destroyed a man who was in serious need of destruction," replied Cain. "On the whole, I'd say the ledger came out on the plus side."
"There wasn't even any paper on Socrates."
"Then view killing him as a service to humanity."
"I wasn't aware that you were in the philanthropy business," said the Swagman.
"There are more important things than money," said Cain.
"True—but all of them cost money.
“He does it because he wants to.”
“Then I was right the first time,” she said decisively. “He’s a fool.”
“For doing something that makes him happy?”
“For giving it away for free.”
“Maybe he’s got enough money,” suggested the Swagman.
She turned and stared at him. “Do you know anyone who’s got enough money?”
The Swagman smiled. “Maybe he’s a fool,” he said at last.
“You know,” he said unhappily, “I never did like you much. You were always too ambitious, always scheming and plotting.”
“Why should I deny it?” she said calmly. “I’ll only add that it’s people like you who made it easy.”
“What’ll you do when you finally get to the top, and there are no more bodies to climb over?”
“Mostly, I’ll enjoy it,” she replied.