“If you are clever, gambling is an accepted form of socializing. If you have been to any casino in Macao, as I have, you might not only see yourself but also be greatly impressed by the look of everything. How decent men look, each with a fat cigar in their mouths and smoothly shining hair, so dashing. How young beautiful women walk with their backs bare but their fronts trimmed with diamond and gold, so dazzling. How middle aged women dress, looking broken and ugly with trash bags full of cash, so funny. How the tables, chairs and sofas look, all high quality, so voguish. How the white asses dancing and shaking on the bars with their blond hair swinging and of course, wine, cocktails, martini, brandy and whisky, so awesomely entertaining. How the facilities, the designs and the roofs look, with Chinese style, English style, Portuguese style, American style, Mexican style or a mixed style, so fl amboyant. How the atmosphere feels, with the smell of perfume, the movements of a classic pose, a royal gesture, and the emotions of joy, craziness and agony, so fucking heavenly real. It is grace. It is elegance. It is high class. It is the art of gambling.