Bruno Santi told a few of his men who served as informal advisors, and all of them recognized that their boss’s pride was out of control. He was obsessed with the program and the professor who had it. When one man suggested to Bruno that he think about going to Florida for a while, Santo threw a chair across the room and told the men to take a day.
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SM: I told my father I was thinking of transferring to Harvard to study literature. He went nuts. He told me pansies study books, and men build things. You should have heard him. I don’t know what to do.
Dr.: Help me understand that.
SM: Well, first, Harvard is expensive. I would have to find some money. My father wouldn’t give me any. I know Dewey would have disapproved. He always wanted us to start a company and invent things. It is an uphill battle all the way.
Dr.: What would happen if, in your mind, you betrayed Dewey and studied English?
SM: Nothing. He's no longer here. He pushed me to do what I wanted, anyway. Sometimes, I didn’t even know what I wanted or what I stood for.
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Bruno Santi was once an effective criminal, but he grew complacent and depended on his past reputation. Sadly, he failed to realize that technology had penetrated every part of life and that crime had advanced accordingly. He hadn’t taken the time to learn about electronics that could assist in criminal activities. He was like John Wayne going up against a SEAL team. His days as a gunslinger were over, though he didn’t see it.
Fingering his brass knuckles, Santi maneuvered his Lincoln Continental along Storrow Drive as the sun went down and day faded into night. He smoked a cigar and listened to Pavarotti singing 'O Sole Mio.' He was charged up!