It is in many ways our oldest and most enduring national myth, one that has taken many forms: the streets are paved with gold.

Thou who art of all things Lord, / Well I know, in Galilee, / Hearkenedst to Thy mother's word, / Teach me such a child to be.

So that, brought to its genuine and undissembled issue, it ends in that kind of knowledge mentioned once or twice above, called Egomism.

For what amounts to a transmission tunnel with two people pods, the Viper's cabin is actually quite roomy.