courtesy of Bennington Museum
Who doesn’t like solid rooms, good cigars and suits that fit as they should? Who doesn’t like coming home to a flowering cottage garden with white hydrangeas lining the drive and roses over the door? Your wife appears in the latest fashion with well fed kids in tow and your money has given them music lessons, good schools and the admiration of all the people in town who thought you ugly, small and powerless.
Wouldn’t it be easy to imagine that you deserved such things? A comfortable living. Yes, after all Buck’s been through, this time of plenty seems a blessing from the God he’s virtually ignored since that silly conversion experience melting away in the fog of memory. And doesn’t he buy art that speaks to the beauty of creation? Doesn’t he serve on the church board and fund the stained glass windows being installed?
You know where this is going, don’t you? Buck is a man of integrity, but not perfect and this romantic interlude with money–no–with the power money gives to lull a person into a pretty reverie must come to an end when the markets crash. Is he bad because he worked hard for what he’s got? No. Is he naive to think that success in banking doesn’t come at someone’s expense sometimes? People need bankers, don’t they?