[In a few short months, he’ll learn how it feels to lose everything over night and feel truly desperate, and that’s when Whelk’s true colors will show for the first time. But today’s not that day. He doesn’t look anything less than pleased with himself that he made someone squirm.]

I’m failing to see the evil in using what you have to your advantage. It’s like I said, I’m not stealing from anyone.

How much do you think jealousy plays into hatred of the rich? That’s a genuine question.