Walter: You wouldn’t understand yet, son...

Walter: You wouldn’t understand yet, son, but your daddy’s gonna make a transaction...a business transaction that’s going to change our lives...That’s how come one day when you ‘bout seventeen years old I’ll come home and I’ll be pretty tired, you know what I mean, after a day of conferences and secretaries getting things wrong the way they do...’cause an executive’s life is hell, man--And I’ll pull the car up on the driveway...just a plain black Chrysler, I think, with white walls--no--black tires. More elegant. Rich people don’t have to be flashy...though I’ll have to get something a little sportier for Ruth--maybe a Cadillac convertible to do her shopping in...And I’ll come up the steps to the house and the gardener will be clipping away at the hedges and he’ll say, “Good evening, Mr. Younger.” And I’ll say, “Hello, Jefferson, how are you this evening?” And I’ll go inside and Ruth will come downstairs and meet me at the door and we’ll kiss each other and she’ll take my arm and we’ll go up to your room to see you sitting on the floor with the catalogues of all the great schools in America around you...All the great schools in the world! And--and I’ll say, all right son--it’s your seventeenth birthday, what is it you’ve decided?...just tell me where you want to go to school and you’ll go. Just tell me, what it is you want to be==Yessir! You just name it, son...and I hand you the world!

Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun, Samuel French, 1984, pp. 95.