That's real glory. That's the essence of it.
Hair thinning on top, eyeglasses just a tad down the nose, tie more or less knotted.
And, of course, he's in a suit, a nondescript gray suit and ordinary black shoes. If he passed you on the street, you'd think nothing of it. Or perhaps your instincts are to bend down and give the poor creature a hand. But Mr. Jiro won't respond. He just keeps sidling, moving ahead in millimeter measures that make you want to shiver and shout simultaneously.