I worked with a guy once who had the whole package. He was tall and trim and impeccably dressed. He carried a Mont Blanc pen in his leather portfolio which was always tucked under his arm, or placed on the table in front of him with the pen positioned just so. He was grave and had an immense vocabulary. He knew all the right people, worked out regularly and had a big corner office overlooking the San Francisco Bay. In fact he had two offices: the large, bookshelf-lined office where he entertained visitors and the inner sanctum where he retreated...