"Not correct. The wealth of New Atlantis is great, yes. But its 
population is just a few percent. The successful New Atlantis man is busy and 
has just a bit of time for scripted fantasies. He has much money, you 
understand, but little opportunity to spend it. No, this market is important 
because everyone else—the men of all other phyles, including many of 
Nippon—want to be like Victorian gentlemen. Look at the 
Ashantis—the Jews—the Coastal Republic. Do they wear traditional 
costume? Sometimes. Usually though, they wear a suit on the Victorian pattern. 
They carry an umbrella from Old Bond Street. They have a book of Sherlock 
Holmes stories. They play in Victorian ractives, and when they have to spend 
their natural urges, they come to me, and I provide them with a scripted 
fantasy that was originally requested by some gentleman who came sneaking 
across the Causeway from New Atlantis." Somewhat uncharacteristically, Madame 
Ping turned two of her claws into walking legs and made them scurry
across the tabletop, like a furtive Vicky gent trying to slip into Shanghai 
without being caught on a monitor. Recognizing her cue, Nell covered her mouth 
with one gloved hand and tittered.