For example, there was the day he gave me the job of figuring out how many jelly beans it would take to fill up Soldier Field.

You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jelly beans.

A friend is like a bowl of Jelly Beans... Good to the bottom of the bowl.

Life is like jelly beans, and sometimes you get your favorite color.

He's rich," Jack muttered to Eliza, "or connected with rich persons."
"Yes—the clothes, the coins ..."
"All fakeable."
"How do you know him to be rich, then?"
"In the wilderness, only the most terrible beasts of prey cavort and gambol. Deer and rabbits play no games."
(Jack Shaftoe and Eliza)

Thousands of years ago, the work that people did had been broken down into jobs that were the same every day, in organizations where people were interchangeable parts. All of the story had been bled out of their lives. That was how it had to be; it was how you got a productive economy. But it would be easy to see a will at work behind this: not exactly an evil will, but a selfish will. The people who’d made the system thus were jealous, not of money and not of power but of story.