"It's not about one particular gnome," said Caster, still holding his gnome protectively. "It's about - about what Adam said. Counteracting poverty. Efficiency of scale! Imagine setting up an assembly line to mass produce these - you could have one of these statues in every yard in the country, sold for a profit. Once domestic demand is met, they could be exported internationally, a river of - of gnomes, growing the wealth of the nation. Machines could be procured to free people from the drudging labour of hand-painting them. Such talent should be rewarded, allied to capital, made available to every person in the entire world. Not - not only available as a fleeting moment in a small town flea market. If I'd missed this -" the gnome's bulging eyes and pleasant smile did not at all support the weight of Caster's passion, "- it'd be gone forever!"