He read it once, then twice. James wasn't imagining it - he had won the lottery!
Now he would be rich! Richer than most.
Alas! If only it were the genetic lottery. "It's just that I'm not into short men," she had said. How unfair! How is it a man's fault as to what genes he received? Isn't it fair that he has the best jeans, if not the genes?
Brushing aside these thoughts, he remembers, "If one must cry, one must cry rich."
