George Soros
George Soros
The attempt to indict George Soros on some Trumped-up charge is patently absurd, but will probably happen. I wish him well dealing with this nonsense. However, I have mixed feelings about the man, who I once considered a friend. I spent many hours reading his attempts at philosophy and discussing them with him (I remember a long session in St Barts). I saved him from many mistakes and spared him from public embarrassment. I introduced him with comments on “reflexivity” in Budapest (long trip). He never paid me for any of this work, though he paid for my transportation and put me up when we met (about a dozen times). We spoke on the phone often. I was friendly with his present wife and his butler Howie. I would describe us as close; I went to his wedding reception and his 80th birthday party event. And then he cut me off abruptly and without explanation. I still don’t know why, but I can guess. This strikes me as terrible behavior—not illegal but morally deplorable. He seems not to understand friendship or gratitude. It pains me to say this, but it’s true. You can be a great philanthropist, but an awful friend. There is something seriously wrong here.

Is it possible for enormously rich persons to have real frends?
It’s the timing that’s so suspicious.