Beginning of Chapter 8:
In Talmadge Marquis’s inner office on the seventy-eighth floor of the Empire State Building were fathered four masters of men: Marquis himself, Vilhelm Van Wirt (whom the attentive reader will remember as Andrew’s mentor, the sales manager of the Republic Broadcasting Company), and two gentlemen named Walter B. Grovill and Thomas Leach, whose joined patronyms formed the name of an advertising firm known wherever anybody ate the bread of broadcasting. As to these two new figures on our stage, we are determined to leave description and proceed with our tale. You must be content, then, to know that Grovill was large, fat, and pale, and ended most of his utterances with a conciliatory giggle, while Leach was small, bitter-visaged, and pale, and incessantly twisted a college ring around his third finger by flicking it with his thumb. Some day, if spared, we may tell the story of these two although it will not be so wholesome and improving a tale as this one, containing, as it must, considerably more human error and fewer interludes of innocent romance.
p. 91
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