Below is an excerpt from the novel A Rule Against Murder by Louise Penny. Although her genre is mysteries, in her books I always find bits and pieces of insights that ever-so-slightly shift how I think. Below is a conversation between her main character, Chief Inspector Gamache and a possible suspect. (Spoiler alert: He didn’t do it.)
“I’m an accountant and I’ve spent a lifetime counting money and watching people who have it. Do you know what I’ve decided? The only thing money really buys?”
“Space,” Gamache repeated.
“A bigger house, a bigger car, a larger hotel room. First-class plane tickets. But it doesn’t even buy comfort. No one complains more than the rich and the entitled. Comfort, security, ease. None of that comes with money.”
Finney looked at Gamache closely. “You asked what I count each evening and each morning. What I counted each day when a prisoner of war while better men withered and died. Do you know the sums that I do?”
Gamache stood still.
“I count my blessings.”
He turned. “We’re all blessed and we’re all blighted, Chief Inspector,” said Finney. “Every day each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?”