Earl Moncrief, the butler, built his financial, procurement, and secret service organizations with the brute power of cash and a profound understanding of clever, malicious, discontented people who lived behind servile facades.

“Trout was petrified there on Forty-second Street. It had given him alife not wo…”

“I can't help it. My soul knows my meat is doing bad things, and is embarrassed.…”

“Samuel thundered that no American factory hand was worth more than eighty cents…”

“So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my should…”