Excess

American excess! Was it this that half the countries of the world envied? Did the blanketed Indian squatting beside his colour TV with the rabbit ears on the edge of a Peruvian jungle lust for pre-moistened two-ply toilet paper available in earth tones? Did the one-legged kid lying in a hole in the ground in bombed-out Beirut dream of stone-washed designer blue jeans?
— Campbell Armstrong. Agents of Darkness