Do Not Pass Go...

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.

The Ballad of Reading Gaol
Oscar Wilde (1898)

Well, if there was real justice, most of the people in the surrounding buildings would be pounding an exercise yard, not arguing over their bonuses!

The Irish Financial Services Center, with Michael Scott's Busaras shining in the background.