Why not...........
Where is Barry Blitt when you really need him?
Picture an old style wrestling arena.
Adam Smith, historically a rather dour portly, bespectacled, disheveled, long haired, reclusive (?) Scottish personage, apparently both physically uncoordinated and awkward in real life.
His plump comical middle aged carcass is face and body down, face turned toward the viewer, 'for the count', say one booted foot raised up and back in a pose of futile rebellion at his plight.
His visible hand is being held firmly behind his back and also held up for our inspection, by the also corpulent personage sitting calmly, triumphantly, and lazily, but heavily, atop him, in dapper 19th Century wrestling attire with loose smoker billowing over it, delicately but firmly holds a large cigar lazily in his other hand:
the Adam Smith conqueror is none other than Monsieur Robert Macaire, aka The Maverick Executive, Don Giovanni, Casanova, many other disguises, including such august personages as David Hume.
The referee will resemble, of course, a wiry and starved but very animated and authoritative Bertrand, conducting the count.
An alternative referee is none other than David Hume!
Rigoletto might be drooping, somewhere nearby.
The caption above:
Western Sumo Titans
Smack Down
The one below:
The Invisible Hand
Term search Casanova, Macaire, Thurston, fattening things up, cartoon, lazy fare, Mary Poppins, etc., etc., etc.
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