Long ago, when I was a trainee on Wall Street I would get on to the subway every morning at 68th Street with a fellow Brit who worked at the same bank. As we piled into the packed train, often slightly hungover, I would ask him the same question. тАЬNeil, what donтАЩt you give?тАЭ
To which he would always reply: тАЬA shit, Luce, a shit.тАЭ Then we would both laugh.
Neil didnтАЩt give a shit and neither, at the time, did I. Yet his not giving one has not got in the way of his success. In due course, he left the bank and co-founded a company which he subsequently sold to Sir Martin Sorrell. He became the first of my friends to get really rich, and the first to arrange his life exactly as it suited him. Now he chairs various grand organisations and invests in small businesses. As far as anyone can tell, he is very happy indeed.