I am invincible, in the bank as in the sack. The shark swims in the markets, in the exchanges, in my balls. There are no castles I cannot storm. Day upon day upon night upon night, I invest Megalos’s money—and that of a growing number of other clients—and I am unstoppable. The Patriarch, for his part, is evidently something of a mover and a shaker, albeit only in a moral sense. I find him on the front page of my newspaper brokering a labour agreement, then on the eleven o’clock news talking about the duty to the motherland. His profile is enhanced by a rumour that he’s made some very smart investment calls recently, with a new—unnamed—advisor.