I still think the period represents America's culturally zenith; when we were serious, felt curious about our future and looked forward to growing up. The characters cover all the bases so well.
Pete Campbell, unloved since birth and under-appreciated at work has enough venom to last a lifetime and yet he's grateful when a morsel of credit or kindness is thrown his way. He's an earlier version of James Spader without the finesse and that disconcerting brand of self-consciousness. He deserves some sympathy. When Lane initiated the fistfight it was kinda funny but unfair. For those perceiving modern day high finance guys as glorified accountants how could we possibly root for Lane.
And nice to have Roger back, the Dorothy Parker of the group. Both witty and notorious drinkers, the difference being Parker didn't wish to be Jewish and felt a female was but a curse put on writers living at that time.
On the contrary Roger relishes and celebrates his waspy background and role of hunter with flair. Perhaps too cavalier but he could care less. He'll wear his fate as long as fedora's are in fashion, which will end soon but then so will the series.
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