On the Brink by Henry M. Paulson

the management and boards of public companies.
    Every now and then I’d chide my colleagues about the dangers of the ostentatious lifestyles I saw among Goldman bankers. I’d get in front of the partners—I was never scripted—and say things like: “You have got to remember something. No one likes investment bankers. You make your life more difficult when you build a 15,000-square-foot house.” Of course I also recognized that for some of our people, the desire to make money was what kept them working so hard and kept Goldman Sachs doing well.
    I guess it’s fair to say that the excesses of investment bankers were just an extreme example of conspicuous consumption in a disposable age. Wendy groused about this all the time—people buying things they didn’t need, then casually throwing those things away. Wendy is an avid environmentalist: she carries trash off airplanes to recycle it. She still wears clothes from the early ’70s and uses pots and pans that came from my parents’ basement. We even use the same toaster oven we’ve had since we got married 40 years ago. Why wouldn’t we? It works perfectly well.
    Wendy and I share a love of natural landscapes and wildlife, which has led to a strong interest in conservation. We have been active in philanthropic activities, devoted to the stewardship of our natural heritage both here in the United States and globally. For me this has meant serving as chairman of the board of the Nature Conservancy, co-chairman of the Asia Pacific Council of the Nature Conservancy (where, among other initiatives, we worked to establish parks in the Yunnan Province of China), and chairman of the board of the Peregrine Fund, which is dedicated to protecting birds of prey around the world.
    By the spring of 2006, Goldman Sachs was enjoying record levels of activity and income, its shares were at an all-time high, and I was not looking to make any change in my life when the possibility of my going to Treasury started being discussed. There were rumors that Treasury Secretary John Snow would be leaving, and one Sunday morning I woke to see a New York Times article with a picture of me and the American flag, suggesting that I would be the next Treasury secretary.
    Not long after that, I got a call from Josh Bolten, President Bush’s new chief of staff and a former Goldman executive, to gauge my interest in the job. Goldman was clicking, and I wasn’t eager to leave. I told Josh I couldn’t see doing it, and I used Wendy as an excuse: she did not want to go to Washington, and she was a supporter of Hillary Clinton’s. I also wasn’t sure what I’d be able to accomplish at the end of a second term.
    Josh was persistent. He knew that I had been invited to an upcoming lunch on April 20 at the White House in honor of Chinese president Hu Jintao, and he invited me to meet with President Bush then. “The president normally only meets with people when they want to accept,” Josh explained. “But he’d like to visit with you privately in his residence the night before the lunch.”
    “Fine,” I said. “I’ll be there.”
    A day or so before I was scheduled to go down to Washington, John Rogers, my chief of staff at Goldman, asked me whether I was planning to accept the post.
    “Probably not. I can’t think of what he could say to persuade me,” I said.
    “You shouldn’t meet with him, then,” said John, who was wise in the ways of Washington. “You don’t tell the president no like that.”
    I called Josh immediately and explained that I was not going to see the president after all because I had decided against taking the job.
    Wendy and I flew to Washington for the Hu Jintao lunch, and I met beforehand with Zhou Xiaochuan, the Chinese central bank governor, at the headquarters of the International Monetary Fund. He asked to see me alone, and we went off to a room where no one could listen in and where there were no note takers.
    “I think you should become Treasury secretary,”