Here is a paragraph I recently wrote into my novel. What say you all? Is it a darling that needs to be killed, or kept?
In the darkest part of his heart he knew it would tell her nothing necessary and was, in short, the typical screed of a narcissistic VIP. It rationalized his own decisions prior to the crisis and concealed connivance in confidence schemes conceived by his grandfather years before. He portrayed himself as a neophyte, seduced by situation ethics and enthralled with the overall cultural drift towards caveat emptor, laissez-faire, and self-correcting markets. He maligned his lately lamented mentor as the mastermind of his mendicancy, waxed waspishly on his wayward father, who wasted the latter two thirds of his life wafting about with an opium pipe but was lucid enough to understand what lupine lunatics they’d be assuming excess leverage as their competitive edge, thus wedging themselves on that knife-edged ledge from which their plum portfolio would eventually plummet, and finally mocked his milksop board for alleging their hedges and friends in high places would guarantee they’d come up aces if they did a coemption off ledger.
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