One of the characters says to another over lunch: “……..everything is selling. Nothing happens in this world, nothing comes into this world, until somebody makes a sale……..where the hell do you think you’d be if your father hadn’t sold your mother a bill of goods?”

The dynamics of Facebook become clearer if we see it through the prism of selling – selling oneself.

On the downside, my wife tells me I was long-winded and didn’t get to the point soon enough. Which is true. I had just woken up and was a different sort of primate.