To have been part of a Pharaonic slave system that had at its apex a divine sun king led him to understand unreality as the greatest force in life. And his life was now, he felt, one monumental unreality, in which everything that did not matter--professional ambitions, the private pursuit of status, the colour of wallpaper, the size of an office or the matter of a dedicated car parking space--was vested with the greatest significance, and everything that did matter--pleasure, joy, friendship, love--was deemed somehow peripheral. It made for dullness mostly and weirdness generally.