How fickle and unfair fate can be. Why does she give some of us so much, and some of us so little? I'm in trouble already - I have made fate capriciously female, and have probably therefore aroused the ire of all the women's lib persons in my audience... But I have to be true in my story, which happens to be about the quintessential male chauvinist. His name is Richard Paradon, and he only goes to prove how capricious is fate, as I started to say before. He has everything, looks, brains, charm, talent, and he also knows how to make money. Watch him as he is working now...