One thing about venture capitalists: they love their Charles Darwin. Sitting at a restaurant overlooking Newport harbor, sipping an Arnold Palmer and waiting for my lobster salad to arrive, I turned to my lunch companion, an experienced tech VC turned impact investor from Connecticut's Gold Coast who I had been invited into town to meet. I commented that fundraising for early-stage impact companies was far too time consuming and arduous, and that many potentially viable impact businesses were failing from capital dehydration in the Valley of Death. My lunch companion, an affable man sporting an impeccable collar, responded simply, as…