Sent: Wednesday, July 06, 2011 10:42 AM
To: CS IBD
Friends and colleagues,
Some men are strangers in their birth place, ever ready to throw themselves into the torrent of The Uncertain. Pleasant as it may be, Ogygia remains for them but a place of passage. It has been a highly educational experience on the sell side over the past year and a summer, and I expect that my new position not to deviate much from the arrangement of glowing pixels on one (or multiple) flat screen(s). Yet the stormy Ionian Sea's calling, and it's time to set sail.
Before I leave, I do wish to express my gratitude for those at Credit Suisse who have spent valuable time out of their limited lives nurturing and guiding me, and perfecting, in the wee hours, a poor marching band drummer's technique throwing a football with impeccable spiral. It has been an honor to serve with you at one of the finest financial institutions on the Street, and I thank your for your company and support. If the world is indeed a small place as people often say, then perhaps we will meet again one day over a Cohiba and a vintage Port, and laugh about everything and nothing at all.
I'll keep an eye out for you, and have the chessboard ready.
Not to play editor, but we would've preferred the farewell go on a bit longer. Something like this might work: "I dont know how much pleasure it affords you to go over these days of the past, but to me they will ever be remembered as days of felicity. And how happy the thought that years increase the esteem we have for each other. I must close for fear I do not get to send my letter off. Good night sweet princes, until we meet again."