On the other end of the phone,
Harvey sat in the clinic, his arm wrapped with a blood pressure cuff, and upon hearing Kunas' curses through the phone, he couldn't help but find it amusing.
Women, no matter how beautiful, were just tools for making movies and earning money, and instruments for venting in his eyes; he never overvalued them, nor did he ever have any respect for them.
Yet, unexpectedly, one day in real life, he heard a man say that a woman was his life, his faith, his light.
It was ludicrous.
What was even more ludicrous was that the person who said this was a rich second-generation scion from a wealthy family, a member of his own kind.
Had it not been for considering Kunas' status and sparing his fragile ego, Harvey really wanted to tell him how young and naive he was.
Men like him who value women too much, who take love too seriously, are doomed to accomplish little and will never achieve anything significant. In other words, they are "useless."
