I often wonder what the hell I am doing with one of these job-things. And then I read this line from Adam Gollner’s article in Lucky Peach about what fresh fruit should really taste like and it all kind of clicked:
Stubbornly resisting the imperatives of an instant-gratification economy, proper fruits remain what they were hundreds of years ago: aristocratic indulgences, or something children stumble upon in out-of-the-way corners of the globe. The only way to try a red-fleshed durian is by flying to Borneo in January (or by living there). Not coincidentally many fruit explorers also happen to be fantastically wealthy megalomaniacs.
Do you think it’s too late for a career in hedge funds?
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