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“Not bad for a lad from Liverpool who arrived with five bob in his pocket.” As strip-club impresario Paul Raymond in Michael Winterbottom’s film The Look of Love, Steve Coogan says this line more than once.
What would you pay to have lunch with the richest man in the world? For me and Mohnish Pabrai a friend who, like me, runs a U.S.-based investment fund the answer is $650,100.
No one better personified the vitality of the American Dream in the second half of the 20th century than Sam Walton. A scrappy, sharp-eyed bantam rooster of a boy, Walton grew up in the Depression dust bowl of Oklahoma and Missouri, where he showed early signs of powerful ambition: Eagle Scout at an improbably young age and quarterback of the Missouri state-champion high school football team.
Should Roger Federer win the French Open title on Sunday his prize will be worth less in U.S. dollars than that of Rafael Nadal’s in 2008. Although organizers increased the winner’s prize at Roland Garros by €60,000 this year, recession-driven fluctuations in the Euro – U.S