Virgil is in a heavily wooden paneled room. He’s sitting in a 1800s easy chair. He’s in a morning coat with a cigar in his mouth, a monocle in one eye, and he’s on one of those old-timey phones from ~100 years ago that has two parts. He’s talking to his broker through his cigar and he proclaims “I say - good man - I am calling to check on my portfolio…”
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I don’t know why I immediately had that mental image but I did. A morning coat…
Virgil is in a heavily wooden paneled room. He’s sitting in a 1800s easy chair. He’s in a morning coat with a cigar in his mouth, a monocle in one eye, and he’s on one of those old-timey phones from ~100 years ago that has two parts. He’s talking to his broker through his cigar and he proclaims “I say - good man - I am calling to check on my portfolio…”
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I don’t know why I immediately had that mental image but I did. A morning coat…