And the beautiful notes and lovely shiny coins you'd be blissfully happy with entombed silently in the brooding high street bank! That you got up and sweated for in bleak mornings for to keep a roof over your head, but say you were commited enough and capitalistic enough to actually become affluent and respectable and have an actual surplus of respectably-earned cash, or a big bundle accumulating slow interest in the cold bank, so you can eventually over time be wealthy enough to afford houses and family, or, not even going that far, you can just afford more bottles of beer and clubs on weekends so that you can be spoiled into the illusion of having a respectable and happy young life, and can be free and put fat downpayments on shiny consumer durables, and at the end of the day sit contented after a hearty meal in your super deluxe kitchen puffing merrily on a cigarette, secure in the knowledge of your stable bank account and your accumulations of worth and wealth building up fatly. And that new-found power and responsibility you can have to enter the big high street store or some shiny shopping mall and gaze around at the stacked-up lovely appliances glinting in harmonious displays, and you can nod around and appraise them with your greedy eyes, fondling your tenners peaceably, dreaming of luxury as you trod daintily over the smooth floors. Shoppers are always sharklike and dumb, prising forth shiny credit cards from secretive pockets and slapping them down on dumb cashdesks in front of the polite icemaiden shopgirl. Society recognises money and the signs of it, and people like plush and shiny things, smooth star trek doors sliding aside, ambling into big electronics stores where are multitudes of big TVs and fancy camcorders and the unhurried affluent smell of big bucks and leisuretime. Silent PCs buzzing in corners, brooding DVD players all state-of-the-art and impeccably shiny, with smooth ranks and rows of CD-roms and lovely buttons. The fat consumer sneaks in and gets excited by all this, dreams of shiny cardboard boxes, bulky like the gifts under the Christmas tree, shiny rustles of giftwrap, sparkles of tinsel, rustled globules of aluminium and the stark and cold-hearted screen of your computer and the endless fantasies and chitchats discovered therein by the click-click of your fingers.