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expression, it’s Jimmy Goldsmith’s.”’) Still, the constant attendance of so many comely young women— especially given his past conviction—seems so outside of conventional living or staffing or social or romantic relationships that it is hard to describe in a straightforward or straight-faced way. And while it may be part of the appeal for the men who come to visit Epstein, it is as well a pecularity they put up with in order to spend time with him. It sometimes seems part of Epstein’s implicit challenge: not just look at me, but do you even believe what you see? Or it seems he is just oblivious to what others are thinking. A willful and perhaps fatal tone deafness. The Epstein house/office is, by careful design, exclusive and clubby, part hang out, part secret society. Along with the difficulty in explaining why, even after his jail term, the rich and powerful have continued to so eagerly solicit him, it’s also notable in the fixed hierarchy of who comes to whose turf, that when they went to see Epstein, they tend to comes to him. He’s created a world and you come to it. A week in late September—U.N. week as it happened—began, over Sunday lunch, at Epstein’s house with a colloquial for billionaires: Gates, Mort Zuckerman, the real estate billionaire and own of the Daily News, and Peter Thiel, the PayPal co-founder and early Facebook investor. [DISCUSSION?]. HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_022870