The lehman trilogy, p.24

The Lehman Trilogy, page 24

 

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  and adopted a financial nonchalance.

  Heaven at times blesses its offspring.

  Or at least so it seems.

  In one corner he spotted

  an elderly well-dressed man

  wearing a top hat over a span high.

  He could have been from Michigan.

  Or maybe Jersey.

  In any event,

  he decided that

  wherever he came from

  he would soon be returning.

  Sigmund approached him.

  With two fingers he gestured to the old man

  asking whether he could light his cigar

  and the other willingly agreed

  proffering a lighted flame.

  What a shame that Sigmund didn’t smoke

  and there was no sign of cigars in his pockets.

  The embarrassment however was only temporary:

  with a wondrous leap from Down to Up

  the rabbit reacted brilliantly:

  he feigned thoughtlessness

  and in an entirely credible tone

  cursed himself

  for having left his cigar case

  at the negotiating table.

  The old man nodded:

  he was certainly an expert

  when it came to tricks of the mind,

  so they both laughed heartily

  and the doors of paradise opened.

  Sigmund played all his cards.

  Like an enterprising young man

  he began to list the glories of the bank:

  top in industry

  success in business

  network of alliances

  flood of contracts

  and so on with trains, oil, coal

  in a crescendo of enthusiasm

  so much so

  that a small crowd gathered ’round

  drawn to the strange spectacle

  of a rabbit

  singing the praises of its carrots.

  As for the old man

  he stared at him, not saying a word,

  enchanted by such high spirits.

  On seeing that he was surrounded

  young Lehman

  put more lubrication into the works:

  bright red and sweating with excitement

  he didn’t even notice he was shouting

  as he enthused to the old man

  in a somewhat excessive tone

  “. . . the name of a financial giant

  which is already inscribed in the coming centuries

  and Lehman Brothers, illustrious colleague,

  will one day end up on the American flag

  for there is not a citizen in the world

  who would not go to any lengths, illustrious colleague,

  just to have half a dollar

  in the vaults of our bank

  the securest of the whole Capitol.

  But now tell me, illustrious colleague:

  in what realm of finance do you operate?

  And if we are discussing figures

  how much can we talk about investing?”

  And as he anticipated the answer

  imagining the old man to be

  the head of Studebaker

  or mogul of the Vehicle Company

  he felt a hand

  take hold of his jacket,

  pulling him away from his triumph in battle.

  It was Philip and Emanuel:

  “What on earth do you think you’re doing?”

  “I was about to make a financial alliance!

  And what are you doing interrupting me?”

  But his question went unanswered:

  uncle and cousin

  instead of praising him

  were hurrying, away, toward the exit

  through the crowds

  all of whom in fits of laughter.

  Mayer, his father,

  had the thankless task of informing him:

  “That was the usher, Sigmund.

  And, if that’s not enough for you, he’s deaf as well.”

  14

  Der kartyozhnik

  Yehuda ben Tema

  in the Ethics of the Fathers

  says:

  at eighteen years you will think of marriage

  twenty years for running

  thirty for growing strong

  forty for growing shrewd.

  Philip Lehman

  has ticked all the boxes

  hasn’t left a single one empty.

  For Philip Lehman

  doesn’t miss out on anything.

  From the age of sixteen

  he has kept a diary

  always open on his desk

  where he writes down in block capitals

  all his problems

  and day by day

  has to write down in block capitals

  the answer too.

  THE SOLUTION IS ALREADY THERE, JUST FIND IT

  these are the words

  that Philip Lehman has written down

  in block capitals

  on the first page

  of every diary.

  That’s what he decided to write

  that day when

  in Liberty Street

  a dwarf in a top hat

  dressed all in yellow

  appeared on the street corner

  and played the three-card trick

  on a fruit crate.

  Philip remained there for hours

  standing

  stock-still

  watching him:

  almost no one managed to win

  the winning card was always hidden.

  And yet it was there:

  among the three

  it was there

  covered

  but it was there.

  Within reach.

  So simple.

  Just turn the right card.

  So simple.

  What’s the problem?

  To turn the right card

  just don’t get distracted.

  Philip concentrated hard, that day:

  kept his eyes glued to the dwarf’s deft fingers

  fixed his gaze on those hands

  —“no distraction, Philip!”—

  relentlessly

  —“no distraction, Philip!”—

  on the cards

  —“no distraction, Philip!”—

  following the movement

  —“no distraction, Philip!”—

  “The winning card is this!”

  And he won.

  He knew it wasn’t luck.

  It was technique.

  Philip hadn’t tried to win:

  he had decided to win.

  Since then

  from that day

  Philip Lehman is never distracted.

  He concentrates, steadfast

  allowing no exception:

  he knows that if he can keep control

  the winning card will not escape him.

  Follow the movement.

  Watch the dwarf’s hands

  don’t lose track of the cards

  keep control

  keep control

  control

  control

  control

  like playing tennis

  being sure the ball

  always stays inside the lines

  checked

  followed

  controlled.

  And Philip Lehman has plenty of control.

  You bet he has it!

  Always:

  For his life

  is never written in italics:

  always in block capitals.

  At the age of twenty

  —which for Yehuda ben Tema is the age for running—

  Philip Lehman has run

  —you bet he has run!—

  he has raced

  behind trains under construction,

  He has written in his diary

  in block capitals:

  RAILROAD = CAPITAL, CAPITAL = LEHMAN

  and

  —not losing sight of the dwarf’s fingers—

  he has chosen

  among all railroads

  those that go from East to West

  not those that go from North to South

  for

  —not losing sight of the dwarf’s fingers—

  Philip Lehman has understood

  that the new frontier is the East-West axis:

  what use does the South have now?

  The South is a memory, nothing more.

  And then thousands of crazy folk

  are now going West

  all looking for gold

  so what better than to give them a train?

  A logical argument.

  A ready solution.

  “The winning card is this!”

  And he has won again.

  Luck?

  No.

  Technique.

  At the age of thirty

  —which for Yehuda ben Tema is the age of strength—

  Philip Lehman has grown stronger

  —you bet he has—

  with oil wells in distant lands.

  He has written in his diary

  in block capitals:

  INDUSTRY = ENERGY, ENERGY = OIL

  and of all the oilfields to be financed

  he hasn’t chosen those that everyone has rushed to

  which will soon run dry:

  he

  —not losing sight of the dwarf’s fingers—

  has found new ones in Alaska, in Canada

  among the glaciers:

  for

  —not losing sight of the dwarf’s fingers—

  Philip Lehman has understood

  that it’s best to get there first

  where no one has yet gone

  and to raise the flag there.

  A logical argument.

  A ready solution.

  “The winning card is this!”

  And once again he has won.

  Luck?

  No.

  Technique.

  At the age of forty

  then

  —which for Yehuda ben Tema is the age of shrewdness—

  Philip Lehman has been shrewd

  —and this is his masterstroke—

  writing

  in his diary

  in block capitals:

  NINETEEN HUNDRED = NEUROSIS, NEUROSIS = ENTERTAINMENT

  and of all the entertainments to finance,

  he hasn’t chosen the one that most have gone for

  namely alcohol

  distilleries

  —all Jewish—

  no: too simple.

  Philip

  —not losing sight of the dwarf’s fingers—

  has laid a stake on National Cigarettes

  which is, yes sir, a good bet

  since cigarettes are small, they’re for everyone

  they’ll become like bread

  and if you want to make money

  you have to go for simple things

  before they become simple:

  “the winning card is this!”

  And once again he has won.

  “It’s not luck, darling:

  it’s simply technique, you know.

  Simply technique!”

  This is what Philip says

  each time

  to his wife.

  They’ve been married for many years.

  Because when he reached eighteen

  the morning after his birthday

  Philip Lehman

  wrote in his diary:

  SOLVE MARRIAGE PROBLEM

  ↓

  CHOOSE GOOD RIGHT WIFE

  After careful consideration

  Philip Lehman

  —not losing sight of the dwarf’s fingers—

  decided that the essential requirements were these:

  she should be mild-natured

  she should come from a family of equal status

  she should not have a tendency to spend

  she should not be a suffragette

  she should prefer tea to coffee

  she should appreciate art

  and so forth

  a well-thought-out list

  with around forty headings

  —both spiritual and domestic—

  all written in block capitals

  each with a score from 1 to 5

  with a possible total

  of 200 points

  that would make

  the PERFECT WIFE.

  Search.

  Search.

  Search.

  Not satisfied

  Philip Lehman planned

  a careful strategy

  to investigate

  a short list of twelve candidates

  that he himself had picked

  taking names

  from the list of Temple benefactors.

  The number twelve

  was no coincidence

  since Philip had determined

  to devote one month

  to the careful study of each of them:

  so that in twelve months

  therefore a year

  —not losing sight of the dwarf’s fingers—

  he could regard

  the question of MARRIAGE

  as resolved

  and could therefore move on

  more profitably

  to other business.

  Thus began

  the marriage year

  whose operations

  were noted down

  scrupulously

  —according to a fixed layout—

  in block capitals

  in his diary:

  MONTH: SHEVAT.

  CANDIDATE: ADELE BLUMENTHAL

  APPEARANCE: SHABBY

  NATURE: TEDIOUS

  LEARNING: CONVENTIONAL

  SUMMARY: OLD BEFORE HER TIME

  SCORE: 60 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: ADAR

  CANDIDATE: REBECCA GINZBERG

  APPEARANCE: PUGNACIOUS

  NATURE: PRICKLY

  LEARNING: ABRASIVE

  SUMMARY: TOUGH WORK

  SCORE: 101 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: NISSAN

  CANDIDATE: ADA LUTMAN-DISRAELI

  APPEARANCE: AUSTERE

  NATURE: STERN

  LEARNING: HIGHEST

  SUMMARY: A RABBI

  SCORE: 120 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: IYAR

  CANDIDATE: SARAH NACHMAN

  APPEARANCE: CHILDISH

  NATURE: IMMATURE

  LEARNING: SCANT

  SUMMARY: NOT READY

  SCORE: 50 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: SIVAN

  CANDIDATE: PAULETTE WEISZMANN

  APPEARANCE: MOODY

  NATURE: CANTANKEROUS

  LEARNING: UNFATHOMABLE

  SUMMARY: A RISK

  SCORE: 30 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: TAMUZ

  CANDIDATE: ELGA ROSENBERG

  APPEARANCE: SHOWY

  NATURE: STIFF

  LEARNING: BASIC

  SUMMARY: CHINA DOLL

  SCORE: 71 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: AV

  CANDIDATE: DEBORAH SINGER

  APPEARANCE: ALL EYES

  NATURE: INTELLECTUAL

  LEARNING: ADVANCED

  SUMMARY: ACADEMIC

  SCORE: 132 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: ELUL

  CANDIDATE: CARRIE LAUER

  APPEARANCE: SOBER

  NATURE: LUKEWARM

  LEARNING: AVERAGE

  SUMMARY: HOMELY

  SCORE: 160 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: TISHRI

  CANDIDATE: LEA HELLER HERZL

  APPEARANCE: SLOPPY

  NATURE: GLOOMY

  LEARNING: BACKGROUND

  SUMMARY: EASILY TEARFUL

  SCORE: 70 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: CHESHVAN

  CANDIDATE: MIRA HOLBERG

  APPEARANCE: LANGUID

  NATURE: KINDLY

  LEARNING: MODEST

  SUMMARY: SIMPERING

  SCORE: 140 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: KISLEV

  CANDIDATE: LAURA ROTH

  APPEARANCE: COLORFUL

  NATURE: LIGHTHEARTED

  LEARNING: HERE AND THERE

  SUMMARY: LAUGHS TOO MUCH

  SCORE: 130 OUT OF 200.

  MONTH: TEVET

  CANDIDATE: TESSA GUTZBERG

  APPEARANCE: GIRLISH

  NATURE: PLEASANT

  LEARNING: MORE THAN GOOD

  SUMMARY: PERFECT

  NOTE: SHE CAN’T HAVE CHILDREN

  SCORE: USELESS.

  SUMMARY 160 OUT OF 200

  ↓

  CARRIE LAUER

  ↓

  ASK FOR APPOINTMENT TOMORROW MORNING

  MR. BERNARD LAUER

  “My dear Mr. Lauer

  thank you, first of all, for receiving me.

  I imagine you already know the reason why I’m here

  for Carrie

  an adorable girl

  is your only unmarried daughter.

  You may say we are still young

  but I tell you that if I have to commit to marriage for life

  then I’d prefer to do so

  with many years ahead of me

  rather than behind.

  You may also say there hasn’t been time

  for a real affection to grow between us

  in which case I will give you the example of the internal combustion

  engine

  for it just so happens that I

  —yes I—

  once convinced

  my father and my uncle

  to invest in the automobile market

  unaware they were patenting

  a new internal combustion engine

  that would bring us much profit;

  from which it follows

  my dear Mr. Lauer

  that the cause doesn’t always precede the effect

  so that marriage can precede and sentiment follow

  without sentiment having to come before marriage.

  If you agree with me

  we can make arrangements for a respectable marriage.

  On the other hand, if you prefer to wait for I-don’t-know-what

  I will save you the embarrassment of having to tell me

  with which

  begging your pardon

  having other business

  I offer you my respects

  my dear Mr. Lauer

  and take my leave.”

  The wedding

  took place

  —after an appropriate engagement—

  in the times and ways

  set out in block capitals

  in Philip Lehman’s diary.

  He wrote down everything

  lost control over nothing

  from the color of the chuppah

  to the quantity of tableware at the reception

  including the waiters’ names.

  Carrie Lauer

  for her part

  from the very start

  proved to be the right wife

  right mother

  right hostess

  right mother-in-law

  right benefactress.

  No more.

  No less.

  Right.

  Like a tennis ball

  that never crosses the line:

  no less

  no more.

  And once again

 

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