Sublime

I thought that I was writing a period piece about the 1980s in America, when a great nation lost its financial mind.

This is the true and exact account of the Great Cigar Fraud, and the moral of it is this–that civilisation is founded upon abstractions.

Les gens de ce milieu pouvaient être de vrais cinglés. Un fonds n’était rien d’autre qu’un culte doté de sa propre bible, de sa propre emprise rituelle sur les esprits, et de ses propres épreuves de force. Un de ses collègues qui travaillait pour un autre fonds, geek milliardaire en devenir, jouait du piano dans un rade de troisième ordre en faisan

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an awful instance of the instability of human greatness,

It is very evident what mean and sneaking lives many of you live, for my sight has been whetted by experience; always on the limits, trying to get into business and trying to get out of debt, a very ancient slough, called by the Latins aes alienum, another’s brass, for some of their coins were made of brass; still living, and dying, and buried by t

Everyone from Jack the Ripper to Jeffrey Dahmer. From Charles Manson to Ted Bundy.