The Signal in the Stars
The champagne in my glass had gone warm, but I drank it anyway because the alternative was to stand in this room any longer and listen to men who had never lost a battle discuss the art of losing. They were all friends of my father, men in their fifties with silver hair and silver teeth and silver tongues, and they had come to Wall Street to make fortunes the way my father had, by buying low...
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