to gaze upon a bluebell? Value’s set by the purchaser, weighed in coin and sacrifice. And even the rarest things, outside their momentary sparkle the value lies in depriving others of that they crave. Power by special possession. A walk through the woods is ownership enough for me. The profs get to stroll for free, if they flash a uni card. I, being uninitiated – but no less arcane – have to drop a fiver at the gate.
