There is, however, a world of wealth that makes my family look plebeian. I became a connoisseur of this world in my twenties when I became a high-end art dealer, and doing so utterly skewered my reality. My vocabulary changed. Words like vernissage, fractional gifts, chandelier bids, freeports, and provenance entered it. Words like barbeque, weekend, and chillin' left it. Anyone not spending over a million a year on art struck me as lay. [...]