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Perhaps a guilty pleasure, but I really enjoyed this book. It's both very readable and very engaging. It serves as a good example of what it means to be proactive.
Ultimately, we got a fabulous man whom I’ll call Irving.
Irving was sixty-five years old and a real character. He was
one of the greatest bullshit artists I’ve ever met, but in addition
to being a very sharp talker and a very slick salesman, he was
also an amazing manager. Irving was the kind of guy who
worked perhaps an hour a day and accomplished more in that
hour than most managers did in twelve hours. I learned
something from that: it’s not how many hours you put in, it’s
what you get done while you’re working.
After we ate, I took Der and another friend back to my
apartment, the tiny studio I was still living in on Third
Avenue, and I asked him what he thought about my furniture.
Some people would just have said,
“Fantastic, great,” but Der didn’t do that. “There’s too much of it,” he said, and he started moving furniture around, and even pushed several pieces out
into the hallway. When he finished, he’d managed to make the
apartment look much bigger, which I liked.
All you had to do was look at Irving to know those hands were hardly registered weapons. But Irving was very much
like a lion tamer. You’ve seen these guys, maybe 150 pounds,
who walk blithely into a cage where there’s a magnificent
800-pound lion pacing around. If that animal sensed any
weakness or any fear, he’d destroy the trainer in a second. But
instead the trainer cracks his whip, walks with authority, and,
amazingly, the lion listens. Which is exactly what Irving did with this huge guy, except his whip was his mouth.
Nowadays, if your name is Donald Trump, everyone in the world seems to want to sue you.