For your afternoon coffee break

I'll be spending a large portion of my afternoon sitting at the kitchen table, watching reruns of The Waltons, and shelling blackeyed peas. What follows has nothing to do with food or the garden-- or the dogs-- but since "Big Life" is in the blog title, I have some latitude with respect to subject matter. 

From Paco Enterprises comes a story written in a style I enjoy reading. I hope you will, too. Here are a few choice bits that don't give away the ending:

Although the city sweltered under unusually high temperatures, exacerbated by power outages caused by a series of severe thunderstorms, the Titan of Industry sat in the library of his penthouse high atop Paco Tower, sipping occasionally from a glass of ice-cold lemonade in the cool air of a building having its own electrical system, the nature of which was something of a popular mystery in the neighborhood. 


[snip]


A cautious man - who, though he sometimes came very near to what one might call the “frontier” of the letter of the law, never quite seemed to find himself indisputably south of the border (so to speak) – J.P. [the Titan of Industry] was going through the document with a fine-toothed comb.


[snip]


J.P.’s happy dabbling in the many and varied uses of conditional verbs – which, as he was always quick to point out to budding financiers, makes all the difference between coining money and stamping license plates – was interrupted by three quick raps on the library door, followed by a pause and a knock, then two more quick raps, ending with a final pause and knock (a signal which experts in international Morse code will recognize as the dollar sign).

“Enter, Spurgeon.”

The pocket doors opened to reveal J.P.’s gentleman’s personal gentleman. With his unique bearing of what can best be described as magisterial deference, Spurgeon approached his employer.

“Begging your pardon, sir, but the itinerant painter you hired, Mr. Smith, has indicated that he will need another twenty gallons of paint for the living room.”


[snip]


“He has only half finished a single room, sir, and, to be brutally frank, I find his brushwork to be decidedly amateurish. On top of that, the larder seems to have been afflicted with what I believe retail executives refer to as ‘shrinkage’”. 

[snip]

Spurgeon turned to J.P. and said, “Forgive the liberty, sir,” then turned to face [Smith], drawing himself up to his full, and very intimidating, height, before uttering the following broadside.

“Hierarchy and subordination, [Mr. Smith], are the natural elements of any society. In the one in which I am privileged to live, these relationships take shape through the actions of free men acting in accordance with their own interest. ...

It gets better and better. And there's a gun involved!!  Enjoy!