>>Well, it is a story, any way.<<
Good, good. Remember, the title of my book is the question the little girl asked, "where did the money go?" Because, I think, that's the real question.
I think of myself as an anthropologist on Mars (metaphor stolen from Oliver Sacks). I'm wearing a space suit, and I've got one of those Buck Rogers backpack rocket thingies that individuals can use to jet from place to place. Spread out before me are the ruins of a once great civilization.
Why did this great Martian civilization die?
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On the one hand, we've got those who say that the money never existed, and it went to money heaven, that is to say, nowhere.
And on the other hand, we've got those who say that, while the money never really existed, the Martians thought it did, and they acted like it did, so for all intents and purposes, it really did exist.
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The anthropologist is getting a headache. |
