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...about Wall Street, none is stranger than a mutual fund that was put on the market last week by Merrill Lynch & Co., Inc., the nation's largest brokerage firm. Most professional money managers, Merrill Lynch's included, have been sensibly enough urging investors anxious to take a fling in the market to put their money into stocks of blue-chip companies. But Merrill Lynch brokers now have a way to help investors who hate following the crowd and do not mind a risk or two. They can simply buy shares, at $10 each, in the firm...
...accurate and candid about himself as he is about everyone else, and over and over he owns up to occasions when his initial enthusiasm led him astray. An early version of Island Fling "really wasn 't good enough and was curiously overwritten," he decides. "I seem, in later years, to have lost my gift for economy. This has been, and in the future must continue to be, remedied." It is a rare writer who is his own best critic...
...night when his two-year-old daughter would not stop crying, he reached for a sixpack. He recalls, horrified, that he was about to fling it at her, and glances sheepishly at the photograph of smiling Alicia, now 18, on the cell wall...
...defended on world currency markets. Yet his pride kept him from admitting this painful reality until after the seven-nation Versailles summit conference. With its lavish displays of fireworks, fountains and nonstop pageantry, that diplomatic spectacular may in many ways have represented Socialist France's last carefree fling. Within a week after it ended, Finance Minister Jacques Delors traveled to Brussels to present his European partners with a package of self-imposed austerity measures. They included a 10% devaluation of the franc against the West German mark, as well as a four-month freeze on wages and prices...
...Bagnold added another dimension, which she once spoke of in a 1956 interview: "How boldly we waste our time-when we know there is so little of it. How we know nothing-and would rather garden than think of it. How the slightest diversion makes one fling off the tedium of contemplating God. Life is wasted and flung away hourly in expectation. The days run by, decoyed by it. Even in getting up, we expect breakfast. Then there is Monday . .. and Saturday ... and Christmas ... There is a continual tiny date with activity. Or-if we are left in a pool...