"Actually", he sniffed, "I'm whoring my palindromic post count, it being the same forwards and backwards."
He took out his monocle, and polished it ostentatiously on his red silk kerchief. He flipped open his battered notebook, tore off the page containing this very post, and summoned a telegraph runner who came into the room, his cap respectfully in hand.
"A shiny sixpence for you boy, if you can get this to the telegraph office for transmission to Teoti Central before the office closes for the night."
He consulted his pocket watch.
"That gives you fifteen minutes exactly to make it all the way to the telegraph office. Can you do it boy?"
"Yessir!" chirped the ragamuffin. "I shall run ever so fast!"
He gave the boy the folded paper, a shining sixpence, and as a bonus he included a picture of a well known actress showing off her ankles. The slut.

He turned his magnificent frame to me, and tugged on his bristling moustaches. "Palindromic, I say. Happens only once every ten million years according to that Darwin fellow".
I couldn't deny the truth of what he said, and consequently I gave him all my points, counting out each one into a large leather satchel which he held open before him.
Perhaps you should do the same?
Indeed, the steamer Mirabelle is due in port tomorrow, and she may be carrying a trunk of new points for the reset, and griffin shall have those too! How I admire him!

10001 a Post Odyssey.