I would do all sorts of incredibly selfish things for a while, buying clothes and furs and jewels and furniture and art to my heart's content, plus a nice big house to put it all in, and a Rolls Royce to go out and get more. Good-looking servants, boy-toys, menials and flunkies and yes-men... the works.
To salvage my conscience, I'd set up trust-funds for my poor relatives and buy extravagant gifts for my established relatives, take my Grandmother on trips and get her a maid and a nurse. But it's still a matter of lavishness and shopping, plenty of fun for me.
Eventually I'd get bored and start working on becoming a real writer, go out and get involved in bettering the lot of my fellow man, and maybe do something useful and memorable TBD.
To salvage my conscience, I'd set up trust-funds for my poor relatives and buy extravagant gifts for my established relatives, take my Grandmother on trips and get her a maid and a nurse. But it's still a matter of lavishness and shopping, plenty of fun for me.
Eventually I'd get bored and start working on becoming a real writer, go out and get involved in bettering the lot of my fellow man, and maybe do something useful and memorable TBD.

