'Zillions' of people die all over the world and all the time. But, just once in a while an individual death, particularly a suicide, catches my attention. And, my God, how often the person concerned has, on the face of it, so much to live for. Thus was it for the late Mr. Nicolas De-Meyer, 41, who jumped from his 33rd-floor room at the Carlyle Hotel on Manhattan's east side at 2:30 pm Tuesday.
He was the trusted assistant to the CEO of Goldman Sachs and was considered by him to be a trusted, family friend. No doubt in such a position he lived well on the fringes of high society. But then that damned worm in his character, about which William Shakespeare referred to constantly in his plays, turned and he began pilfering an a large scale from his boss's wine cellar which contained thousands of the very best and most expensive wines that only a CEO of Goldman Sachs could afford. Some of the bottles were worth $133,650 each!
Eventually, and inevitably, he was caught and charged. On the opening day of his trial he jumped from his 33rd-floor room at the Carlyle Hotel on Manhattan's east side at 2:30 pm. What went through his mind? Of course, I have no idea but instantly I thought of the mad, murderous Othello and his anguished words:
"but yet the pity of it, Iago!
O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!"