The seers, who are trained to seek clues in the patterns
Of tea leaves, ignore the impending disaster.
So villagers gather their harvest to worship
The kindness of air as their vegetables wither:
A blaze for the feast of the priests, where the goblets
Are filled with the last of the port... and they empty
The contents of grapevines and peer at the bottom.
Their fortune? It's nothing but gold for a casket.
“The euro? It’s finished, Mr. Hendry proclaims. China? Headed for a fall. President Obama? “If there was a way to short Obama, I would,” Mr. Hendry said.”
– Julia Werdigier, The New York Times, July 19, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/20/business/global/20hedge.html?hp
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nuysYXlJ43I
“I'm worried there isn't a better tomorrow.”
– Hugh Hendry
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