A week ago, last Sunday, a friend of mine was home, and he told me this story. He said, “I have been to jail. I’m not ashamed of it. I [...] and for my abuses in that department, I went to jail. I met all kinds of types there. I met two men [...]; they wrote a book. They were con men.” He called them bilko artists. “And there was a book in which they confess in this book that they had never been able to bilk a man who himself was incapable of bilking another. Not in the history of their experience could they take from any man a dollar by selling him the Brooklyn Bridge. They set out an ethical code by which they operated. They were successful, and you couldn’t take them over.”827 ¶13