
Enter, with a twinkle in his eye and a chart in hand, the estimable CRYPTOWZRD, a fellow whose sartorial elegance (were he to don a waistcoat) would put the very Duke of Westminster to shame. He beholds the XRP chart with the joy of a man who’s just discovered that the butler is not, in fact, the villain. “By thunder!” he ejaculates. “This setup is as familiar as a monocle in a toff’s pocket. Notice the sideways frolicking-pardon my language!-that has been going on for nigh on a year. It’s a precisely reductive dance of accumulation, like a country gentleman pacing the bounds of his estate, ready to break into a gallop the moment the peer of the realm permits.”