Walt Disney is almost – not quite, but almost – convinced that he is a success. He's never had much time to think about it. He had difficulty arriving to this conclusion. He looked a little puzzled as he told me about it. But he has finally figured out that a man has to be a success to owe the bank $8,000,000.
Every year he pays everybody off, and every New Year's he makes a resolution that he's going to get and stay even.
But about then he thinks up Disneyland or something and there he is, owing 'em $8,000,000 instead of only the $3,000,000 he did before.
Neither the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo nor the wildest plunger at Las Vegas ever came up with the magnificent gambles that our Walt Disney has taken since he first sold newspapers in the snow, takes today, and obviously will go on taking.
