I heard somebody said this to a priest before asking him for twenty pence.

The new world, risen from the chaos and ravages of war, whelped its spring time society, and there was a calm for a while as the inventions and innovations trickled in like rare nova in the dark. It formed its grand ideas and laid plans for domains. It formed machinations of diversion and ravenously fed on information; innovation and invention flowed in faster.
Society pressed on and grew and pushed at frontiers anew to harvest and feed itself the information it ever more so craved, but somewhere, eyes fell away from grand ideas. Society became stunted and grotesque, and all eyes languished upon the screens of the diversions, ever in need of the information they provided. When there are nothing left but dreams, do you think we will yearn for reality? I dreamt last night. The saints of syphilis burnt breasts into my eyes and now I cannot keep my hand off my cock.
But further back still...there is a new avarice in town, greed has poisoned us all.
Way back when, somebody made a little extra. Currency was the invention that day. The currency being dung and primal wheat at the time, perhaps a surplus hide. And it carried on like that for a while. The dung and wheat and surplus hide were precious, and those who had dung and wheat loved it and were warm in those extra hides. Those who didn't wished they had some. And it went on like that for a while more...and now everybody wishes they owned everything, and they blindly push toward that and flush sons-of-bitches who get in their way. Did you happen to see the gift shop on your way in? Did you see the church? Remember, Odin does not take Einherjar from those who have entered church for any other reason than to loot it and burn it down. Priests make the best servant slaves, god has trained them for such a task.
Could you spare small money for the phone?