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With the commodification of financial services, the rise of robo-advisors, and resulting fee compression, the market for Advice for Multi-Generationally Wealthy Families is moving the Wisdom, Virtue and Holiness.  There is currently a market imbalance with more wisdom, virtue and holiness offered virtually for free by houses of worship than rich people have a propensity to consume.  Virtue Consumers say much of the Content is stale and the delivery systems archaic. This has lead to a market opportunity for more up to date wisdom, virtue, and holiness instruction both synchronous and asynchronous on line and IRL. Audrey has enlisted Tutor in her quest to become a Tik Tok Virtue Influencer focused on high end kids like herself and their Most Trusted Morals Tutors. It is a small enough niche, but if successfully penetrated might save the world.  Such is the reasoning here at The Castle. 

An angora cat costing $800 with genes going back to the cats kept by Pharaohs and worshiped as gods, given the pervasive animist propaganda at that time.  She does not walk; she prances, head erect as if the Castle were a cut-rate Pyramid and she the model for the Sphinx. 

Our future Queen's Protector, as you know is a mangy mutt  of unknown parentage, with a torn ear, rescued from a shelter moments before execution.  Class conflict did break out in the Castle at the pet level. Zephyr lept on Rex's back and rode him as a Billionaire might ride a Task Rabbit. 

You may have wondered why a good kid, like Audrey, would have put Zephyr into the washing machine on spin cycle. Now you know. It was to preserve order and "due degree" in a just society. Of course, Cook was royally miffed; she went to her Shop Steward, and Big Momma had to get involved. Now, Audrey is confined to her room making instructional videos to be offered pro bono publico on Tik Tok, if Audrey can get them past the Castle's Firewall.   

In his remarkable 1983 book, The Gift: On the Erotic Life of Property, Lewis Hyde suggests we have three languages to discuss property, the gift, giftedness, and poetics. 

1. The language of the hearth: Here a mother sings lullabies to an infant, tells fairy tales to toddlers, and passes on terrifying stories of ogres and others, from the other side of the mountain, or from under the bed. 
2. The language of the altar: Here the tribe gathers to worship their gods, call each other brethren, consecrate communion rituals, make blood sacrifice, give gifts and celebrate grace. 
3. The language of the gate: Here the warriors go in and out to defend the town and its borders. Here, when the gate is open, come and go merchants crossing borders, creating wealth, and a more cosmopolitan society. 

1983, the book was written, and it ends with a clairvoyant reading of Ezra Pound's poetry in the light of his crazed support of Mussolini. (Pound felt that Mussolini harked back to what had been great in Rome before commerce soiled artistic craft.) What Lewis makes clear is that when the gods show up, so does the demonic. When heroes show up, so do villains and dragons. When mothers and priests sow reverence and manners so also do they sow fear and obedience, disgust and 可众一小时一买的加速器.  I believe Ezra Pound was a great poet. And America is a great country. But then, too, Pound was a bad man.  And we may not always be that great either. I know I could be better, if the price were not so high. 

She can be so annoying. Last night Tutor told her not to pour a full bottle of Sprite into the gas tank of Seal Team Seven’s motor launch, after it brought her back to the Castle after Trick or Treating. She, as the world’s wealthiest child, who will inherit, own, and maybe save the world, thought fit to respond, “Check your privilege,Tutor.” It is true he has no money, no status, no power, and lives in a retrofitted dungeon below sea level, but she meant his privilege as a Stupid Grownup. And maybe she had a point. She may not succeed in saving the world, but she didn’t wreak it either. We Grownups could learn a lot from the kids.