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   As the freaks rolled with laughter, a sail of Banker skins rose up over the embankment behind them. A felucca running in the wind ran up on shore and impaled them with her bowsprit. They twirled around back-to-back, back to front. Screams of helpless rage burst from their mouths. They shuddered and quaked as they were lifted off their feet. Their heads flapped frantically. Their eyes crossed. Their mouths snapped open and shut. “My money!”, they screeched. “My money! My money!” They clutched at the bowsprit as it surged through them. Their bodies slid back on each other. Their eyes were wide with disbelief.
   Banker skins, I thought. It can’t be! Yet there she was, standing proudly on the bow, the wind blowing through her hair, her red dress clinging to her body, fearless rage burning in her eyes.
   The dying fools began to whimper. “The overriding goal is to make the world safe for interdependency by protecting the benefits it provides for each country against external and internal threats which will constantly emerge from those willing to pay a price for more national autonomy.”
   “Prohibit development,”, they gasped. “because the idea of greater self--reliance which is in fact an indispensable goal of development policy could degenerate into rejection of integrated world economy.” Slowly their twitching and shaking began to subside.
   “You leave the world as you entered it,”, laughed Claudia. “muttering convoluted dogma and dripping poison.”