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“This was the thing he liked to do—adjust a trade difficulty of this nature. It was pleasant to be out in the air again, to be going from door to door. He objected to desk work and pen work and poring over books. As he said in later years, his brain was his office..“

“The appearance of Frank Cowperwood at this time was…prepossessing and satisfactory…His head was large, shapely, notably commercial in aspect, thickly covered with crisp, dark–brown hair and fixed on a pair of square shoulders and a stocky body. Already his eyes had the look that subtle years of thought bring. They were inscrutable. You could tell nothing by his eyes. He walked with a light, confident, springy step.”

“ It was at seventeen that he decided to leave school. He had not graduated. He had only finished the third year in high school; but he had had enough. Ever since his thirteenth year his mind had been on finance…”

“He began to see clearly what was meant by money as a medium of exchange, and how all values were calculated according to one primary value, that of gold. He was a financier by instinct, and all the knowledge that pertained to that great art was as natural to him as the emotions and subtleties of life are to a poet.”

“He… would watch with great interest the deft exchange of bills at the brokerage end of the business. He wanted to know where all the types of money came from, why discounts were demanded and received, what the men did with all the money they received. His father…was glad to explain so that even at this early age—from ten to fifteen—the boy gained a wide knowledge of the condition of the country financially…”

“Frank only stared…The least touch of sorrow for the squid came to him as he stared at it slain…."That's the way it has to be, I guess," he commented to himself….He figured it out. "The squid couldn't kill the lobster—he had no weapon. The lobster could kill the squid—he was heavily armed…What was the result to be? What else could it be? He didn't have a chance,"…”

“…by degrees small portions of his body began to disappear, snapped off by the relentless claws of his pursuer. The lobster would leap like a catapult to where the squid was apparently idly dreaming, and the squid, very alert, would dart away, shooting out at the same time a cloud of ink…It was not always…successful…Small portions of its body or its tail were frequently left in the claws of the monster below.”

“…he liked to look at a…tank in front of one store where were kept odd specimens of sea–life brought in by the Delaware Bay fishermen…he saw a squid and a lobster put in the tank, and in connection with them was witness to a tragedy which stayed with him all his life and cleared things up considerably intellectually. The lobster, it appeared…was offered no food, as the squid was considered his rightful prey.”

“ He was forever pondering, pondering—one fact astonishing him quite as much as another—for he could not figure out how this thing he had come into—this life—was organized. How did all these people get into the world? What were they doing here? Who started things, anyhow? His mother told him the story of Adam and Eve, but he didn't believe it.”

“Frank Cowperwood, even at ten, was a natural–born leader. At the day school he attended, and later at the Central High School, he was looked upon as one whose common sense could unquestionably be trusted in all cases. He was a sturdy youth, courageous and defiant. From the very start of his life, he wanted to know about economics and politics. He cared nothing for books.”