Even on vacation we see the demons of everyday work rising before us. Here we repose in a picturesque village on the rocky coast of Massachusetts. Seagulls cry overhead as heavy summer maple leaves rustle in the breeze.
But wait! The call of our working lives. What does the local paper say? That the little town’s Rockport Bank has just been acquired… (gasp)… bought out by outsiders based up the coast at the… (swallow hard)… Institution for Savings.
"Institution for Savings" — a name that connotes harshness and deprivation. A name that frowns on the little Oliver holding up his bowl for more gruel. It's Institution for Savings — or else!
I gaze across the bay. Even in this dainty New England fishing town, with seagulls calling us to daydream, there crashes the wave of bank consolidation. As Nicholas Poussin might have put it: “Et in Arcadia ego” – popularly translated as, “Even in Arcadia, there I am.”… the “I” being death.
The lesson: Even on vacation there is no escaping the firm hand of business… of bank consolidation… of cold, corporate names… of reality itself. “Et in Arcadia banco consolidatio.”
Et in Arcadia banco consolidatio sub nomen gelu Institution for Savings.