A Fool and His Money
1913. The book begins: I am quite sure it was my Uncle Rilas who said that I was a fool. If memory serves me well he relieved himself of that ... Show synopsis 1913. The book begins: I am quite sure it was my Uncle Rilas who said that I was a fool. If memory serves me well he relieved himself of that conviction in the presence of my mother-whose brother he was-at a time when I was at least competent to acknowledge his wisdom and most arrogant in asserting my own. I was a freshman in college: a fact-or condition, perhaps, -which should serve as an excuse for both of us. I possessed another uncle, incidentally, and while I am now convinced that he must have felt as Uncle Rilas did about it, he was one of those who suffer in silence. The nearest he ever got to openly resenting me as a freshman was when he admitted, as if it were a crime, that he too had been in college and knew less when he came out than when he entered. Which was a mild way of putting it, I am sure, considering the fact that he remained there for twenty-three years as a distinguished member of the faculty. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.