This was the great clarity of being beyond emotion, after the reward of having felt everything one could feel.
With a voice like a machine gun spitting smiles...
The effort he demanded of his employees was hard to perform; the effort of himself was hard to believe.
He felt something dark and leering in the manner with which people spoke of Prescott's genius; as if they were not doing homage to Prescott, but spitting upon genius. For once, Keating could not follow people; it was too clear, even to him, that public favor had ceased being a recognition of merit, that it had become almost a brand of shame.
Maybe you can't afford to give them a raise, but how can they afford to live when the cost of living has shot sky-high? They've got to eat, don't they?
Listen, here's something we can do: we can look at the moon, sometimes - and, you know, it's the same moon everywhere - and we would be looking at the same thing together that way, you see?