Ever since the furtive medieval foundations of the modern commercial class, all not belonging to it have been united in their revulsion to those who gain wealth and power from trade and finance.
Whether it be a landed aristocrat whose ancestors established their wealth by rapine, a peasant, a craftsman, or a pen-pusher — there is nothing quite like their common scorn to connect their purpose. From Marx’s patrician patrons to the last century’s radical chic to the modern-day hand-wringing about inequality — all agree that there is nothing so contemptible as to engage, and — horrors! — to succeed, in commerce. It is as if they all devoutly wish for the world to return to the ordered state of lords, clerks and peasants, a place for everyone and everyone in his place, forevermore.