SELL!! SELL!! SELL!!
"SELL!! SELL!! SELL!!" you scream into the air, waving your
hands frantically at imaginary traders. "SELL!! SELL!! SELL IT
ALL!! TWENTY ONE AND AN EIGHTH!! PORK BELLIES AT FOURTEEN AND A
FOURTH!! COMMODITIES DOWN THREE SIXTEENTHS!! S&P INDEX AT FIVE
EIGHTHS!! SELL!! SELL!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SELL!!!!!!" You
continue signaling in silent, damp hysteria until your arms grow
tired. Then you have a seat and eat some
sandwiches.
