"If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same" (see below)
I'm not any smarter than I was last Wednesday, no better looking, and I don't have any better insight into the market, but what a difference a couple of days like Friday and today makes. It makes me kind of dreamy and philosophical (oh, yes, and happy, too). I thought I'd share my thoughts (okay, they're mostly stolen from somebody else) with the compadres of SI SD. Still, it's what I'm thinking about:
I have just one word for today's action: Hoo-law
I have just one old bromide for today's action: when you feel like yellin' you should be sellin'. And when you feel like cryin' you should be buyin'.
I have just one old poem for today's action:
"If"
(Rudyard Kipling)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies
Or being hated, don't give way to hating
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise
If you can dream and not make dreams your master
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue
Or walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you
If all men count with you, but none too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it
And which is more, you'll be a Man, my son!
As for tomorrow's action, I must quote the Grandmaster of all investing, Grandmaster Clint:
Was that five or was that six? Do ya feel lucky, well, do ya?
Finally, Excardog, is your name a play on a pet ("ex-car-dog") or on French food ("escargot"=excardog). Inquiring minds want to know . . . |
