On Monday I visited the Financial Control Authority in Canary Wharf. It was a follow-up to a session I had had in the Old Library with some of their executives when I spoke at a Said Business School dinner. The Dockland Light Railway runs through the East End, parallel to Cable Street, where the East Enders resisted Oswald Mosley and the fascists in 1936, past two famous Hawksmoor churches: St George’s in the East and St Anne’s, Limehouse. Then the glass cathedrals to capitalism arise from the docks and the train turns a sharp ninety degrees to the right and slowly enters their wide open mouth like a James Bond fantasy. Going into that entrance feels like a mighty risk or game of chance. Then we are disgorged into a capsuled parallel world, insulated from the open air like any airport departure lounge in some large city. No one lives in the gated Canary Wharf. People come and go from the railway stations to their desks and home again. I was there to talk about ethics and values with the HR Officer and her assistant, who had read theology at Oxford. Because it seems that Human relations specialists are the ones who are facilitating the discussion of what ultimately matters, what we are working for, what is right, and how to find fulfillment.