The Seven Virtues of Man: Monologues

One day two men made a plan to meet for coffee in the local square. The square was not unlike Russell Square flanked on one side by a museum, on another by a university, and the third by a hotel featuring a now closed drawing room called the ____ Room, in honour of the famous London novelist and essayist. It was drawn through with gravel paths, shaded by tall willows and box-cut hedges. A small fountain could be heard through the foliage and forest green painted benches sat tucked inside small gardens for strollers' respite from the city bustle without.

A man sat on one these benches with a paper bag beside him. He was impeccably dressed in a dark pinstripe suit, crimson neck tie and a white shirt. His hair was black and combed and he wore a mustache curled to points as they slid down and up towards his ears. A black enameled cane with a golden pelican as a handle lent on the arm of the bench. His name was Belhor. He looked at this watch and a moment later saw the other man waving towards him. Right on time.

This other man was also impeccably dressed in a gray flannel suit, a powder blue tie and matching shirt. His name was Arthur. He sat down beside the pinstripe suit man who took out the coffees from the paper bag. They began a long discussion on the 7 virtues of man . . .