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The business man is a magician who makes all of your roosters disappear and then kindly offers to sell you an alarm clock—a fantastic new invention which, it just so happens, no roosterless household can do without. And so you purchase it, place it on your nightstand, and time passes—days, weeks, months, years, during which you somehow manage to amass an almost infinite number of things which you cannot do without, in an attempt to make up for those which have magically disappeared. By the time that the personal computer, the smart phone, and the tablet are being displayed in the illuminated shop window of this talented performer of profitable tricks, you have a sneaking suspicion you’ve lost a lot more than just those roosters which you can now barely remember, including, quite possibly, your humanity and, maybe also, your soul. Where did they go? Nobody knows. It’s magic.