There’s rich and there’s rich. There’s a number beyond which stuff starts to get boring. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s the point at which you run out of restaurants to frequent and clubs to join and clothes to buy and you start thinking bigger. You start thinking about going to space and colonizing Mars — and exploring the dark depths of the deep blue sea.
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