In the interests of conciseness, a fundamental rule of good writing style, and seeing how much Jack likes my turns of phrase, I’ve converted much of my lengthy “Licking doorknobs” post of 19 June — a tribute to investors and financial analysts everywhere — into a haiku:
Dark skies gravid with
Precipitate disaster.
Bears sail arks of gold.
Hey, it’s got 17 syllables. What more do you expect? Maybe Jack or his “nameless scrivener” can tell me if … Read more