Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"Yes, actually." Anatoly answered, entirely too amused. "Born into money, at least. It is more that he forgets he can't wrestle the world into shape the way he thinks it ought to be. I suppose he could if he tried here, but not even he can keep from getting sick by going outside without a hat."

For all the money Lex had, he knew his childhood had hardly been the stuff of dreams and if Lionel ever resurfaced, there would be hell to pay. But that was another story for another time, should Lex ever choose to tell it.

"I have met many kinds of people," Anatoly admitted. "But I do have to say it was always the little towns I liked most. The people always seemed more... real there."