Sad old men collect, not just dust. One collected all he could, from objects, gilded primarily, to sad women and angry friends he would happily burn, to a whole culture based on his owning. He had land, homes, leagues of sad sports, the saddest of them all, golf. He made up money to own more money. He made up morals to be the most moralist, he called it. It all made him the saddest man of all. 

-DAS