Would you like to come along to the Pink Floyd concert in Berlin next Thursday?
This was a characteristic question from a 85 year old Børge. Unfortunately I was unable to go as my life is more tied to the keeping of timetables than a connoisseur of the art of living like Børge would be part of.
Listen, I have here an all time, incredibly great painting. A year from now it will cost double as much and once when you have retired, it will be worth more than your house. You will regret not having bought four of this painter's works of art, while the opportunity was there.
One lets himself get carried away by his enthusiasm and by his business talent. Having peeped a few times into his little black book, which none other was ever allowed to look at, and a few seemingly very complicated mental calculations, the reduction in the price is determined. One hesitates a bit, the price goes down yet a little notch. The picture is mine, my livingroom is bestowed new life, and the pleasure of being in the room grows exponentially thereby.
The monetary value has likely not increased one crown (yet, but it will). The aesthetic enjoyment is in assessable in crowns, so Børge spoke the truth, it was a bargain purchase.
