Jacks Are Home Runs. So Are Dongs,

There's No Point In Arguing With Partisan Supporters. Their Views Are Their Identity. Nothing You Can Tell The Most Phlegmatic Follower.

That Was How A Salomon Bond Trader Thought: He Forgot Whatever It Was That He Wanted To Do For A Minute And Put His Finger On The Pulse Of The Market. If The Market Felt Fidgety, If People Were Scared Or Desperate, He Herded Them Like Sheep Into A Corner, Then Made Them Pay For Their Uncertainty. He Sat On The Market Until It Puked Gold Coins. Then He Worried About What He Wanted To Do.

I'd Stumbled Into A Job At Salomon Brothers In 1985, And Stumbled Out, Richer, In 1988, And Even Though I Wrote A Book About The Experience, The Whole Thing Still Strikes Me Me As Totally Preposterous-which Is One Reason The Money Was So Easy To Walk Away From.

The Men On The Trading Floor May Not Have Been To School, But They Have Ph.d.’s In Man’s Ignorance.

I Think That Fans Are Always Looking For Someone To Blame. Wouldn't It Be Nice If They Looked In The Mirror?