A Tale of Two Coins...by Charles the Dickens
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Two coins sat side by side at a coin show. Both were gorgeous. The well know collector, Count Erfit espied them and had to have both so he bought them.
The one was of brilliant surface and deep luster. Brilliance coruscated from its surface in glorious profusion. It was a joy to behold. The other had rather a plain appearance and a subdued mien. It, however had no marks on it at all. While it paled beside its less perfect brother, it lacked character and the brilliance and depth of the other.
The count loved them both. One for its outstanding eye appeal and the other for its perfection. He hied them off to the GRADING SERVICE.
Being that the glorious coin had a miniscule contact mark on its cartwheel field, it came back as a 64. The perfect, though bland coin returned triumphant as a 67.
The count promptly elevated the 67 to a place of prominence in his collection. It was, after all, a 67 and thus deemed among the finest in the land.
His 64 found its way to his dungeon. It lay forgotten for years. Finally, Count Erfit boxed up his inferior coins with that coin among them and banished them to an ebay auction with a "Buy it NOW" feature and the coin was never again seen in his domain.
But, he gazed in wonder and awe at the mediocrity which resided in the house of high numbers and lived giddily forever after.
Moral: Don't learn to like an occupant until you see his house number.
The one was of brilliant surface and deep luster. Brilliance coruscated from its surface in glorious profusion. It was a joy to behold. The other had rather a plain appearance and a subdued mien. It, however had no marks on it at all. While it paled beside its less perfect brother, it lacked character and the brilliance and depth of the other.
The count loved them both. One for its outstanding eye appeal and the other for its perfection. He hied them off to the GRADING SERVICE.
Being that the glorious coin had a miniscule contact mark on its cartwheel field, it came back as a 64. The perfect, though bland coin returned triumphant as a 67.
The count promptly elevated the 67 to a place of prominence in his collection. It was, after all, a 67 and thus deemed among the finest in the land.
His 64 found its way to his dungeon. It lay forgotten for years. Finally, Count Erfit boxed up his inferior coins with that coin among them and banished them to an ebay auction with a "Buy it NOW" feature and the coin was never again seen in his domain.
But, he gazed in wonder and awe at the mediocrity which resided in the house of high numbers and lived giddily forever after.
Moral: Don't learn to like an occupant until you see his house number.
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