Geez, when a building built for supposedly one person is tall enough to aggravate my acrophobia, I'd think that's much too much. Even if he likes to indulge in this sort of stuff since he was an ex-poor guy. What's he going to shove in there with all that room?

For some reason, I keep thinking he forgot to put a podium with a microphone and camera on the top balcony, and enormous screens on the ground, so he could rant and rave to anyone near. Or it could just be my idea of what could be the cherry on top of the hilarious irrationality sundae! But if he wanted it, he can have it, just wish he'd give me some money for one or two wild schemes of my own... Or all of them.