In Gone with the Wind, Rhett Butler wryly notes that there is "just as much money to be made out of the wreckage of a civilization as from the upbuilding of one." Having observed the near-Roman excesses of New York's money men over the past couple of years, I might go even further and argue that the end of a civilization tends to be even more outrageously profligate than its beginning. After all, it's hard to imagine stern, conservative men like J.P. Morgan and Andrew Mellon giving in to the incredible excesses of the latest round of would-be magnates.While tales like Stephen Schwarzman's million dollar birthday and Dick Fuld's five homes tend to capture the public's attention, these outrageous expenditures are only the tip of the iceberg. From $175 hamburgers at the Wall Street Burger Shoppe to John Thain's $1.22 million office redecoration, it has become increasingly clear that New York's financial workers have spent the last few years living in a completely alien world. What's more, they are either unable or unwilling to adapt to the changing realities of America's economy.



