THE BALANCE OF THINGS
## I October 24, 1929. Black Thursday. The numbers arrived that morning, not with the crash, but in the hour before. I was standing on the floor of the Exchange, that great marble cathedral of avarice we had built for ourselves, when the first figure floated into my vision. It hung above the head of a floor trader named Pembroke—a man I had seen a thousand times, sweating through his vest,...
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