My economic ego tries to squeeze out and run dry every other part of me. I stop, shocked, and question myself, who is who here? Who is sacrificing what to whom, and why? I have an idea that the mob has caught me and fitted me into a cog, albeit with handsome reward, but this is not the Self at work here; this is a social trick born of a mass of animals, no single one of which knows why he participates, other than that he is satisfied in some way by it.