The idea was preposterous. Everyone in the room knew it, which wasn’t saying much, since it was only him. So he knew it was preposterous. So what? He’d pulled off preposterous his whole life. What was going to stop him now?, he almost asked himself, but stopped short. Close call. No need to push his luck. No, certainly no need for that. One thing was sure: you don’t get away with preposterous without luck on your side. A guy needs all the luck he can get. Everyone knew that.