Give a man a gun and he can rob a bank; give a man a bank and he can rob the world. —Mr. Robot, USA. Networks
At precisely five o’clock, Nathan Mayer Rothschild retired to the grand living room of the impressive New Court on St Swithin’s Lane; a most deserved moment of peace. A few days earlier, the rain had begun to fall over London, and while it varied in intensity, it had never ceased.
As a timid ray of sunshine attempted to break through the thick fog, an intricate light pattern momentarily grew sharper on the crimson red oriental rug. Eyes were fixed on the shapeless burst of light; Rothschild wished it to be a good omen. Nathan Mayer Rothschild cherished the feeling of tranquility that these moments alone provided him. His long days at the London Stock Exchange were demanding. The constant buzz of questions and decisions to be made were exhausting…
From, The Kings Have Won, Chapter 2