This morning I decided I am not going to take a job that I’ve been offered.

I am so obdurate I do not change my mind.

I used to be “Mister Disinvestment.” Now I would like to be Mister Investment and say, “Come! Come and be part of an exciting, exhilarating process. Come in! Come in on the ground floor and see a people do something that’s probably never happened before, people seeking to become something radically different from what their antecedents would have made us believe they were likely to become.

In the first few months of Nubank, I asked everybody to be here by 8:00 a.m. every day. I saw it as a test of people's commitment, and I was pretty rigid about it.

Most days, I wanted to be Albrecht in the classical ballet Giselle, dancing until I dropped dead.

I can’t say it.

The internet. Such potential for good and for levelling up the world, but such a quagmire in reality.

Somebody once told me I was the spitting image of David Cameron.

As a good friend.

Like getting out of the right side of the bed every morning, even when you don’t.