Quoting a philosopher I can't remember, Auster says that we have an automatic, almost reflexive instinct to being given millions.

As in, given so much cash we never have to worry again, we already know what we'll do with it, even though we say we don't. This is especially true in terms of where we'd actually live. Our MTV Crib, if you will.

A discussion this morning made me remember that mine is: cottage in rural france, near fois gras and vineyards. The perfect pretty cottage. That's all I need.

What's your 'hotel existence?'