“Big Jim Doggerty was what they call a good guy. That is, he belonged to the tribe of his guys. There is such a tribe in Manhattan. These are the Caribs of the North - strong, cunning, self-confident, united, they honestly observe the laws of their clan and have a condescending contempt for neighboring tribes who dance to the tune of the Society. Of course, I’m talking about the titled aristocracy of the world of fellow guys, and not about those to whom we apply an epithet drawn from the compartment of the wallet where the change is stored. After all, no mint has yet minted a coin that would fit the definition of Big Jim Dougherty...”