You were Mammon's child, he loved only you. He loved in a special way, of course, and the language of his love is money. But, he is ready to hear you when you speak and pay for any of your whims. Mammon opened the door to you room with a kick, lifting you in his arms, holding you like a little kitten under his arms: "Good morning, baby! Are you ready to go to your dad's circus?"