Oh what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and equinox. This is what is the matter with us. We are bleeding at the roots, because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars, and love is a grinning mockery, because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.
DH Lawrence
But all of this was the “same old.” Those who really knew Harry Macklowe suspected it wouldn’t be long before he placed a bet that no one else would consider. His appetite for risk was that big. “As good as [most] real estate guys are as transactionalists, that’s how poor they are as conceptualists,” says Sam Zell. “That’s why they keep getting caught in oversupplies. Because what they do requires such a micro focus, their ability to then go macro is limited.”
Even the GM Building Harry’s greatest triumph, the thing that had transformed him-was not enough. He outgrew it. He needed more fame, more wealth, more everything to cement his place in the pantheon of real estate families. Doug Harmon described him as the perfect
“mark” for the right “professional gambler.”
Even the GM Building Harry’s greatest triumph, the thing that had transformed him-was not enough. He outgrew it. He needed more fame, more wealth, more everything to cement his place in the pantheon of real estate families. Doug Harmon described him as the perfect
“mark” for the right “professional gambler.”
Vicky Ward
THE LIAR’S BALL