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We went right to Charlie Allen. I trust Charlie Allen implicitly.

What year was this?

I've got it all down here. This was in 1959, right after The New Yorker had profiled me in two parts in May of 1959. When I went down to Wall Street, of course everybody there knew me from The New Yorker. They might have known me before from TV, but that two-part New Yorker had tremendous currency in the Wall Street sector.

I didn't like the profile. It was done by Geoffrey Hellman, who I think is one of the bloodiest bores in the world. He made my piece so boring that I had trouble reading some of it myself. But I soon discovered that most people, even in 1959, had stopped reading The New Yorker. They saw the two-part profile and they were very impressed that I was big enough to warrant a two-part write-up, but they never bothered reading it. I think that The New Yorker has become unreadable today. It's ready to be toppled over by some bright young newcomers.

Maybe New York Magazine.

I hope it does. This is well off the record. I'm interested in that new magazine. In fact, I'm going to put a little money into it just for the fun of it.

So you went down to Charles Allen.