a centaur, but instead of a horse, another man

For every McDonald you blow up, ‘they’ will build two. Instead of slapping a wad of Semtex between the Happy Meals and the plastic tray, work your way up through the ranks, take over the board of Directors and turn the company into an international laughing stock. You will learn a great deal about magic on the way. Then move on to take our Disney, Nintendo, anyone you fancy. What if ‘The System’ isn’t our enemy at all? What if instead it’s our playground? The natural environments into which we pop magicians are born? Our jungle, ocean and ice floe…to bargain with and dance around and transform, as best we can, into poetry?

What if, indeed?