i keep ending up in the halls of capitalism

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I'm having a hard time keeping a bead on the particulars, but I keep ending up as some sort of operative, detective, spy, agent in the marketplace. Last night it was an extremely elegant department store. I'm in these places, but not of them... er, except, to be in them one needs to LOOK a little more of them or one isn't taken very seriously.

Wealthy bachelor! Wealthy bachelor! Yoo-hoo! I need you to help finance my Zen mission....