He’d come to France to finish his next novel, Presto Change-O, which, he’d said in several interviews, was about a Bernie Madoff-like investment adviser.
“Love leaves us like luck leaves us.” There is, after all, much unrequited love in the novel; characters pine after one another, fall in love with one another and are abandoned by one another, not necessarily in that order. He thinks about it for a moment.
And I think that’s true what the Baron says. I think often times there is a limit to love, much in the way there’s a limit to luck. At a certain point you push it too far, or you ask too much of it, and it can’t necessarily stand up to what you want of it, what you expect of it.