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我与办公室的不解之缘 　　小时候我很喜欢爸爸的办公室，正是因为这份喜欢，六七岁的我在家里玩起了办公室情景模拟游戏，成年后的我在自己的住所里拥有了一间真正的办公室，用来读书写作。这一切源于一个想象力丰富的孩子对编故事的喜爱，更源于我对父亲深深的爱…… 　　Every only child knows there is a difference between being lonely and being alone. Growing up in Manhattan， I was a master at entertaining myself. 　　There was one phase I went through—I was 6 at the time， maybe 7—when I would get home from school， race upstairs and close my door. I didn’t have homework yet. I was working on something far more sophisticated than coloring books or puzzles. I was playing Office. In order to play Office， I had to get into character. I would don1） one of my dad’s suit jackets—I preferred a nice gray pinstripe2）—and would attempt to balance a spare pair of his glasses on my small snub3） nose. Sometimes I would shuffle4） around in his wingtips5）. Then I would organize piles of papers on my desk， filing them away in folders once they had been properly reviewed. If the mood struck me， I pretended to read The Wall Street Journal. 　　My mother would sometimes come up to check on me； she would knock gently， ask if I wanted a snack6）. “Not now， Mom！” I’d call back through the unopened door， my voice strained with urgency. “I’m working！” 　　If you had asked me then what my father did for a living， I would have given you a very specific answer. He wasn’t a banker or a businessman. He was a mutual fund7） manager. I went to private school on the Upper East Side8）， so I probably wasn’t the only kid in my class who could articulate the difference between a mutual fund and a hedge fund9）， an investment bank and a commercial bank. But because I was an only child， and because my dad ran his own business， I probably spent more time hanging around an office than your average first grader. 　　My dad’s office， in those years on Maiden Lane in the Financial District： it was a place where I could relax after a long day， where everyone knew my name. The car ride downtown was part of the thrill： Dad’s driver， Angel， would sneak me som