For the first hour, he watched the screen like a hawk. The stock went up three cents. Arthur calculated his gains: enough for a very small cup of gourmet coffee. He felt like a titan of industry. He briefly considered wearing a three-piece suit to the library.
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Arthur decided to dance. He held his position, set his technical indicators as the book suggested, and resisted the urge to refresh his browser every twelve seconds. By the end of the month, the velcro fad faded—turns out, people missed the dignity of a well-tied knot—and Arthur’s eco-laces rebounded.
By lunch, however, the shoelace market took a tumble due to a sudden global trend toward velcro. His screen flashed red. In the old days, Arthur would have sold everything and bought a gallon of comfort ice cream. Instead, he flipped to the section on .
"Volatility is not your enemy," he read aloud, his voice trembling slightly. "It is your dance partner."
Determined to succeed, he bought a copy of . He didn't mind the title; in fact, he found it refreshingly honest.
For the first hour, he watched the screen like a hawk. The stock went up three cents. Arthur calculated his gains: enough for a very small cup of gourmet coffee. He felt like a titan of industry. He briefly considered wearing a three-piece suit to the library.
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Arthur decided to dance. He held his position, set his technical indicators as the book suggested, and resisted the urge to refresh his browser every twelve seconds. By the end of the month, the velcro fad faded—turns out, people missed the dignity of a well-tied knot—and Arthur’s eco-laces rebounded.
By lunch, however, the shoelace market took a tumble due to a sudden global trend toward velcro. His screen flashed red. In the old days, Arthur would have sold everything and bought a gallon of comfort ice cream. Instead, he flipped to the section on .
"Volatility is not your enemy," he read aloud, his voice trembling slightly. "It is your dance partner."
Determined to succeed, he bought a copy of . He didn't mind the title; in fact, he found it refreshingly honest.