A reader writes:

I work as the registrar of a private art collection, and I am busier than ever. My employer is buying art hand over fist, partly because he's getting great deals and partly because he seems to need the retail therapy.

After all, what do you do when you used to have a couple billion dollars and now you only have a billion or so? The pain of the loss is profound, but there's certainly no reason to start shopping at Wal Mart.

There is more peevishness, more cat-and-mouse with gallerists and a lot of cognitive dissonance. It's weird to process invoices for $150K almost every day when others are getting let go, philanthropy seems to have gone out the window, and I keep getting asked to check my home for lifted pens. I don't think I am going to get the raise I asked for.

But the bottom line is that we are moving into a new storage space that's twice as large as the old one, I went from three to four days a week, and I hired a new assistant. Rich people are still very very rich.

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