
A reporter wants the story of a representative self-made man for tomorrow's Boston paper, and you are it. You play Silas Lapham, deciding how much to hand over: the mineral paint under your father's hillside, the farm, the war, the first wagon-loads sold to neighbours. Your wife takes the chair the reporter forgot to offer her and keeps steering the arithmetic toward a partner nobody names aloud. He leaves with his headline. She wants a word.
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