What is money? Money is the mysterious essence of a being which defines its ego in the following words:—“If I were not what I have, I should not have what I am.”
But what is no money? No money? No money?
No money is a thing of which all empty pockets are full.
No money is the alibi of a being which should testify to our presence in this world.
No money is a disease aggravated by the continuous obstruction of Fortune.
No money is a gentle invitation of nature to incur debts, and a peremptory command not to pay them.
No money is an irresistible inclination to melancholy on the part of our purse caused by hopeless love to an unattainable object.
No money is an exposition of no money at all, a proposition in abstract philosophy, a fit position for a minister of finance, and a happy disposition for platonic love.
No money is a vulgar ballad which common people sing aloud on the streets, but the more refined only hum between their lips within doors.
No money is the watchword of extreme radicalism and the art of making oneself popular at a low price.