'Maneater' is about N.Y.C. in the '80s. It's about greed, avarice, and spoiled riches.

Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.

Said will be a little ahead, but done should follow at his heel.

Money isn't everything but you'll never convince money.

For avarice begins where poverty ends.

They listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselves with the sordid miseries of their businesses. They are not the things of angels or of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire to. Your loathsome vomitous businessman king is of the lowest order, his advisors crumbling mockeries of education driven by avarice. My love, dress them in the suits of mockery, and in their advanced state of stupidity and senility, burn and destroy them, so their ashes might join the compost which they so much deserve.