The Precise Gentleman
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The year is 1872. You are Phileas Fogg, a mysterious and incredibly precise gentleman living at No. 7, Saville Row, London. You are rich, though no one knows how you made your money. You live your life like a clock—everything is calculated to the second.
Today, you have dismissed your servant because he brought you shaving water that was two degrees too cold. Now, a new applicant stands before you. He is a Frenchman with a pleasant, round face.
"I have been a singer, a circus-rider, and a fireman," the young man says, bowing. "But now I wish for a quiet life. My name is Jean Passepartout."
He shows you his watch. It matches your time exactly.