Herr Gott, I see it plain enough! We're in the wrong shop.
We're not buying or selling; we're being sold.

Baas--big Baas, let's go where there's room to sling a stone; where we can see what's going on round us; where there's the long sight and the strong sight; where you can sell or get sold in the open, not in the alleyways; where you can have a run for your money." Byng smiled benevolently.

Yet something was stirring his senses strangely.

The smell of the karoo was in his nostrils.

"You're not ending up as you began, Barry," he replied.