A country squire so round he is measured in barrels, not pounds.


A country squire so round he is measured in barrels, not pounds.
Once the physician reached for the scale. I stopped him. 'Pounds are for lesser gentlemen. I am reckoned in barrels.' He fetched a larger book.
Then the estate agent inquired as to my holdings. 'The landed gentry,' I explained, 'and the landed is largely me.' He revised the survey.
Now I recline upon the rocks — a full three barrels of harbor seal, of impeccable breeding and immovable form. The tide comes in. I do not.
"I am not measured in pounds. I am reckoned in barrels."










The only proper unit for a gentleman of substance.
And the landed, one must stress, is mostly himself.
Rounder than the last generation. Precisely as intended.
The rocks. The pose. The tide, entirely unheeded.

Phantom or Solflare. Take your time.
Provide the funds. Mind not the ticker.
Copy the contract, present it, acquire.
The noble part. Recline.