Man looks into the abyss, there’s nothing staring back at him
This is something I try to keep telling my self.. over and over.. but why (-:
Lou Manheim once said “Man looks into the abyss, there’s nothing staring back at him. At that moment, man finds his character. And that is what keeps him out of the abyss.” I’ve had plenty of swings during my career but it wasn’t until 2001, when all was seemingly lost, that I truly “got it.” I’m not going to say that success is insignificant–we know that’s not true–but I can tell you, from experience, that if you look for happiness in a bank account, you’re missing the bigger trade. I didn’t find what I was looking for when I seemingly had it all. In fact, it took almost everything I had to understand what true wealth is.
I didnt write this.. But it sure hits the spot.
By the way– did Gekko read Elliot Wave
To read it all click Todd
~ by turbino on November 12, 2008.
Posted in Apple er bare for fedt, Stocks & technical analysis
just wonderful.. it has to be the read of the day_;
Man looks into the Abyss.. and more
I loved it at 40, it’s an insult at 50. They’re analysts, they don’t know preferred stock from livestock, alright? When it hits south, we raise the sperm count on the deal.
Hope you’re Intelligent.
This is the kid. Calls me 59 days in a row, wants to be a player. Oughta be a picture of you in the dictionary under ‘Persistence’, kid.
Now, listen, Jerry, I’m looking for negative control. Okay? No more than 30, 35 percent. Just enough to block anybody else’s merger plans and find out from the inside if the books are cooked. If it looks as good as on paper, we’re in the kill zone, pal. Lock and load.
Lunch? Aw, You gotta be kidding. Lunch is for wimps.
What else you got besides connections at the airport?
What the hell is Cromwell doin’ givin’ a lecture tour when he’s losing 60 million a quarter? Guess he’s giving lectures on how to lose money. Jesus Christ…if this guy owned a funeral parlor, no one would die! This turkey is totally brain-dead! OK, alright, Christmas is over, and business is business. Keep on buying, dilute the son of a bitch! Ollie, I want every orifice in his fucking body flowing red.
It’s not bad for a quant, but that’s a dog with different fleas.
Come on pal, tell me something I don’t know, it’s my birthday. Surprise me.
Blow ‘em away, Ollie. Rip their fucking throats out. Stuff ‘em in your garbage compactor.
Bud Fox, I look at a hundred deals a day. I choose one.
Alright Bud Fox, I want you to buy 20,000 shares of Bluestar, at 15 1/8, 3/8 tops. Don’t screw it up, sport. Think you can handle that?
Relax pal, no one’s gonna blow the whistle on ya. Is that legal? You should put that in my account.
Buy a decent suit. You can’t come in here looking like this. Go to Morty Sills, tell ‘em I sent ya.
Save the cheap salesman talk, will ya, it’s obvious.
I don’t like losses, sport. Nothing ruins my day more than losses. Now you do good, you get perks, lots and lots of perks.
Bought my way in, now all these Ivy League schmucks are suckin’ my kneecaps.
That’s the thing you gotta remember about WASPs – they love animals, they can’t stand people.
The most valuable commodity I know of, is information
The public’s out there throwin’ darts at a board, sport. I don’t throw darts at a board – I bet on sure things.
Every battle is won before it’s ever fought. Think about it.
You ever wonder why fund managers can’t beat the S&P 500? Because they’re sheep, and sheep get slaughtered.
Most of these Harvard MBA types – they don’t add up to dogshit. Give me guys that are poor, smart, hungry – and no feelings. You win a few, you lose a few, but you keep on fighting.
And if you need a friend, get a dog. It’s trench warfare out there pal.