Mammonart: An essay in economic interpretation

CHAPTER I

OGI, THE SON OF OG

One evening in the year minus ninety-eight thousand and seventy-six--that is, one hundred thousand years ago--Ogi, the son of Og, sat in front of a blazing fire in the cave, licking his greasy lips and wiping his greasy fingers upon the thick brown hair of his chest. The grease on Ogi’s lips and fingers had come from a chunk out of an aurochs, whic...