If Mark Twain was your major-gifts officer (MGO), he might amble into your office, lean his surprisingly slight frame against the doorway (he was just 5 feet 8 inches), brush a fleck of cigar ash from the collar of his rumpled white suit and drawl:
“A round man cannot be expected to fit into a square hole right away. He must have time to modify his shape.”
What If Mark Twain Was Your Major-Gifts Officer?
