Persons of the Dialogue
"But, really, what is an elite?" asked Son. He thanked the waiter and took a glass of champagne off of the tray and handed it to his father, Professor, and then took another for Director and one for himself.
"One sort of elite drinks expensive champagne at the welcome reception to an elite business school," said Director with a smirk.
"True!" he laughed. "And cheers!" They clinked glasses.
"Congratulations, Son. You've worked very hard for this," said Professor sentimentally.
"Oh, not too hard, father."
"Being elite just comes naturally to you? I take it you have your father to thank for that," said Director.
"You haven't answered my question, you know."
"About the elite? The elite are the best. What else is there to know?"
"But the best at what?"
"Well, you are among the best candidates to this school, as judged by the school itself. It is expected that you'll be among the best at business when you graduate."
"And what do you think being the best at business means? Making money?"
"You don't think so?"
"This school teaches social obligations," he said then bit his lip to keep his face straight.
"Ah, I see," said Director. "And what are these obligations?"
"They want us to use our money and influence," he emphasized, "wisely."
Nick Pappas, pappasnick.typepad.com