Among the discarded things lived a community of discarded people people who had been marginalized, or who had willingly discarded themselves, people who had tired of racing all over the city to sell and buy new things that were destined to go instantly outofdate, people who had decided that the things that had been thrown away were the only real riches of the world.
When trying to decide who to marry, who to date with a view to marrying, heck, who to goout with a cup of coffee with before even deciding upon a date, more choice is worse?