Sublime

“I’m in the Bahamas sixty percent of the time,” said Sam, neatly evading the question. “I’m in DC some. For better or worse, my job is now thirty percent telling the regulators about what regulation should look like for crypto in the United States.” His bare left leg now curled under his bottom on the hotel desk chair; his right heel, encased in a

He began spending some of his SoftBank spoils to build a miniature Vision Fund to match his own interests, investing in a biotech firm dedicated to increasing human longevity;

And yet somehow Sam had committed his life to maximizing happiness on earth without feeling any of his own. Between the summer of 2014, when he started at Jane Street, and the summer of 2017, he’d taken no vacation. He’d actually worked ten days when US markets were closed—the action in foreign markets was especially great when US traders weren’t

By high school Sam had decided that he just didn’t like school, which was odd for a person who would finish at the top of his class. He’d also decided that at least some of the fault lay not with him but with school.

I liked semi-decayed neighborhoods, where the census tract income statistics looked terrible, but the mortgages were all paid-down, and the kids had left home. Housing and rental prices tend to be lower, and more suitable for those underpaid academics. Related to this, I was more interested in the number of households in a given area than the

Daly is our first proper bad guy, in a way. A cartoon bad guy, so to speak. Someone who literally gives speeches about how bad he is.

Delegate.