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Quite what?
Quite right
Quite how?
Quiet in their craft, the quant sits still,
Eyes fixed on screens, patterns bending to will.
Rows of numbers ripple like tides,
A silent storm where logic abides.
Through the quiet hum of a glowing display,
The quant dissects what chaos conveys.
Not a word spoken, their focus is tight,
Solving the riddles that hide in plain sight.
Their world is math, their language is code,
In algorithms’ flow, they quietly decode.
A life of precision, yet full of allure,
Quiet and calm, their genius is sure.