Don't be sayin' nothin' bad about my fren M. De Guzman. He was a great geologist. He proved there was a lot of gold in Borneo, a fact from which Borneo may never recover. It took a whole 2 years and three companies to prove him wrong. Ask yourself, could you have faked all those assays? Made the geochem signature fit so neatly? No? Well, don't be puttin' Mikey down. He was good. Very, very good. And so was that Felderhofer feller. Dumb? 30 million dollars and an island in the Caribs dumb. No, not on your life. Triple PhD's all of them. We are but peons on their game board.
We are still freezing in the shade of that magnificent icon, Bre-X. In the future I can see whole tribes of white-robed devotees, maniacal worshippers, bowing and ahhhing to the God Bre-X, before a 100-foot-high golden statue of the proft, M. DeGuzman, salt shaker in hand. There in the sweltering summer heat amidst of the spectral remains of hundreds of burnt-out Gotham towers and twisted aeronautical wreckage, stand 20 million disciples, on a pilgrimage to the holy Island of Rhodes. "Bre-X, Bre-X, Bre-X", they chant.. "Father of our dreams and salvation of our homes.. the God of Gold, protect us...."
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