Nothing happened to her. She's still around. Why is everyone panicking?
O Master, there's been some talk about her handing over the management of the Templeton Growth fund to Norman Boersma.
Well, that will happen in March. But it's no big deal.
She's not leaving Franklin Templeton then?
Of course she ain't!
She hasn't already left, snuck (chiefly N. Amer.) out the back door, like?
Jesus! Where do you hear this stuff?
O Master, thank you for putting my mind at rest.
O my child, let me explain one or two things to you.
This'll be good.
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements, to hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan.
Right.
To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast, to hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our -
Yeah.
No, listen. To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, our enemy, and the sickness that cuts off his children. While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door and -
What is all this shit?
William Blake.
Oh. And how is this connected to ... to anything?
It's complicated.
So what's Cindy going to be doing?
As far as I know, she's going to be focusing on strategic fund positioning and risk management with that Gary Motyl geezer.
Who's Gary Motyl?!
He's the global equity chief investment officer.
Oh, right.
The point I'm making is, there are worse things than giving up a fund.
No, you were just going off at a tangent with the Blake stuff. How would you like it if, say, you went over the road to get a pint of milk, yeah, and the guy in the shop just started going: Tyger, Tyger, I really love your Tyger feet?
Well, you're showing your ignorance now because the poem doesn't go like that.
You wouldn't like it though.
Oh, I wouldn't like it because I would expect the guy in the grocery store to know his Blake from his Mud. That's why I wouldn't like it.
Whatever.
O Master, there's been some talk about her handing over the management of the Templeton Growth fund to Norman Boersma.
Well, that will happen in March. But it's no big deal.
She's not leaving Franklin Templeton then?
Of course she ain't!
She hasn't already left, snuck (chiefly N. Amer.) out the back door, like?
Jesus! Where do you hear this stuff?
O Master, thank you for putting my mind at rest.
O my child, let me explain one or two things to you.
This'll be good.
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements, to hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan.
Right.
To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast, to hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our -
Yeah.
No, listen. To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, our enemy, and the sickness that cuts off his children. While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door and -
What is all this shit?
William Blake.
Oh. And how is this connected to ... to anything?
It's complicated.
So what's Cindy going to be doing?
As far as I know, she's going to be focusing on strategic fund positioning and risk management with that Gary Motyl geezer.
Who's Gary Motyl?!
He's the global equity chief investment officer.
Oh, right.
The point I'm making is, there are worse things than giving up a fund.
No, you were just going off at a tangent with the Blake stuff. How would you like it if, say, you went over the road to get a pint of milk, yeah, and the guy in the shop just started going: Tyger, Tyger, I really love your Tyger feet?
Well, you're showing your ignorance now because the poem doesn't go like that.
You wouldn't like it though.
Oh, I wouldn't like it because I would expect the guy in the grocery store to know his Blake from his Mud. That's why I wouldn't like it.
Whatever.
