It was the thing. It was new, always new, which is why it could remain the thing for
a longer time than most. They came because it was ridiculously costly.
They were letting themselves be robbed and enjoying it all the more for
that, laughing to each other about how and to what an amazing array of
extremes they had been rooked. It was a game, at that stage, like
truckers getting run to the curb on a model carway or pool sharpies losing
to a base level machine.
Just for laughs.
What mattered crucially all other times did not matter.
It was a vacation.
They wandered through the dripping lighted caverns where niches
proffered unique entertainment, absurd dialectical floorshows, bands,
conjerers, fortunetellers. Game bars, food bars, pleasure alcoves.
But they really came to be shocked. Not merely rooked, not only rooked,
Let me shiver let me shake let me quiver and let me quake.
We cannot help being children. I mean human. We cannot help it. Our
little brains are wired to jump at shadows if they move.