A long time ago, I was in Burma. My friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of local tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones but their caravans kept getting raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. So, we went out looking for the stones. But in six months, we never met anyone who ever traded with him. One day, I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away. [He stole them] because he thought it was good sport, because some men aren’t looking for anything logical like money. They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.