Prestige (n.) is simply the mimetic part of a rivalry — the fact that the prize cannot explain the fury; remove the object and the fight goes on.
Prestige (n.) needs no prior aura — the word comes from praestigia, spells and illusions — for rivalry alone conjures it into being.
Prestige (n.) is literally nothing; fighting over it is fighting over nothing — which, with no concrete object left, comes to look like everything, to the rivals and to all onlookers.
Prestige (n.) migrates to the winner: because the rival triumphed, the loser crowns him with the Don Juan halo he dreams of, which each new failure pushes further his rival's way.
Prestige (n.) vanishes the moment the desired one notices you: the one girl who glances at Marcel loses her share at once, while those who ignore him keep theirs.
Prestige (n.) and prejudice are two faces of one attitude, the survival of a primitive sacred that fears and venerates the same person.