,.. the Wizard suddenly appears from a white misty cloud of smothering smoke, holding a golden challis filled with grounded grey ashes still warm from deep beneath the Wizard’s dungeon,...
,... the Wizard raises the challis high into the air with his left-hand while balancing a rare colored satin white dove perched in the palm of his right-hand, and says,...
,... “May the motion of the markets, mix with the movements of your minds”,...
,... and as suddenly, as the Wizard appeared, he blankets himself with his caressing cape and vanishes, into the core of the Dow Jones Index, to live with the "Numb3ers" once again,... |
