Boys could gamble, even if it left them drowning in debt and forced them to wear masks to evade creditors. Girls could not.
There was a small casino on the second floor of the palace. Unlike the Soul Casino, it gambled with money.
Compared to the noisy first floor, the second floor was much quieter, and it overlooked the entire garden.
Quite a few young people were playing hide-and-seek in the garden or fooling around in dark corners, completely off their guard.
During the day, these people were probably not like this. They would be impeccably dressed, calm and restrained, looking like industry elites.
The unconscious was different from consciousness. It was not controlled by consciousness; rather, consciousness was influenced by the unconscious.
The world of the unconscious was much like madness, while modern "rationality" had strayed too far from humanity's roots. It naively believed the road ahead would only rise higher, like real estate that only went up and never fell.
Once the Federal Reserve stopped supplying low-interest loans, America's housing market—the bubble inflated to conceal the Dot-com Bubble—would burst as well, and then they would enter a vicious cycle.
Not only would low- and middle-income families lose their homes and end up on the streets, high-income groups would suffer too.
Watching these people revel was like watching one final spree before the end of the world.
"I often secretly imagined that if Heaven existed, it should look like a library. But apparently, their understanding of Heaven is different from mine," she said, looking at the laughing young men and women.
"If a ship is about to sink, any normal person would be anxious." Severus took a sip of Champagne. "What do people who keep making merry while watching the ship sink resemble?"
"Aren't you going to look for