Master of the Universe: a train of thought interview with an ex-'banker' set, poignantly, in an abandoned financial cathedral, namely, a former institutional HQ. Eerie, almost surreal. Akin to a coroner's inquest. Chapter and verse (without mea culpa; some reading between the lines required) on the supplanting of the real economy by the financial version. Usurpation of the former aided and abetted by every greedy, grubbing, compromised politician, regulator, mercenary lobbyist and one percenter out there. Hustle and bustle, toil and trouble, for no other purpose than self-enrichment. Seven, eight figure compensation fillips accruing to the masters of the universe. An outright ripoff. For society at large, an exercise in the construction of a debtors' prison whose inmate population of taxpayers the likes of us mushrooms daily. Sobering. Sad.