You understand, said the man. The metaphors?

There was a pause. And then she, lain on the green carpet that made her feel in any case so much like outside, she, naked, foetal, now flat on her back, closed her eyes, and weeping, smiling, dreaming of a garden, said yes, yes, I know it. I understand. Yes. The metaphors. Yes, Yes. Yes. And Yes.

The children of the rich

The children of the rich

The children of the rich have many advantages in life but do not grow up nicely because thanks to inbreeding they are frequently stupid and in any case spoiled. That was certainly true what people said about the sisters Tiara Wristwatch Cavanagh and Toxica Vestibule Cavanagh that were born to their proud parent Cavanaghs sometime in Endland (sic) in the midst of an economic downturn that the family had no realistic reason to take notice of. If Tiara wanted a pony she got two and if Toxica wanted two ponies she got four and if the two of them wanted six or sixty racehorses they got multiple instances more of those graceful and expensive creatures than they actually asked for in the first place and etc. Their bedroom was a stables, a garage for cars they were not yet old enough to drive and a swimming pool they were too lazy to swim in.

Even life as a diet of endless advantage and cushy vacation-breaks could not prevent that they were dumb. How the parents wrangled their hands and bit their lips and wondered what to do about it, consulting books about nature vs nurture and waving flash cards at the kids during advertisement breaks in order to stimulate their brains. They (the parents) believed in innate goodness and potential of all persons but in the end tho this did no good and a private tutor was hired to educate the young ladies Cavanagh. When he arrived tho he was a stupid English gentleman based on Michael Caine whose qualifications were not legally what they seemed to be. In truth, paying that tutor was sending good money after bad since he could not teach the young ladies Cavanagh anything, not manners, deportment or mathematics, not even Sods Law. The girls spent much of the lesson time letting the Latin roll over them like water off a wetback and instead gazing out of the windows daydreaming about a shopping expedition to Dubai or pulling the legs off a fly they had caught in a net kept just for that purpose.