On the outside, he is a quiet calm of a man. Watching him sitting and contemplating the madness surrounding him, you sense a deep serenity. Inside, however, the fires burn with hot intensity. Sometimes they burst out to the surface – a head twitch here, a leg shake there – but it’s never more apparent then when you look in his eyes. At first glance, you see a deep peacefulness. At closer inspection, you see a fire burning bright, forged deep in his soul. Everything is lighthearted; nothing is casual. He considers the Barkley Marathon. What would Francisco d’Anconia do? (Thanks Herb.)