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...know what it's like to be billed a "financial wizard" and to have a portfolio of stocks with names like Sleepy, Dopey, Crashful, Crappy? When I'm asked my worst-ever investment, I can't decide. "Choose me!" shout my shares in a company with an asbestos problem. "Choose me!" shouts my ill-fated "TED spread," a bet in May that the unusually narrow spread between Treasury bills and Eurodollars would widen. (It narrowed even further. My cost in brokerage commissions alone was enough to buy a couple of Congressmen.) "Choose me!" shout all my expired-worthless puts...
...Soviet gross national product is still going into military spending. Also, Moscow has continued to extend aid to anti-American regimes in Afghanistan, Angola and, worst of all, Cuba. Now that Bush has in effect agreed that new taxes are necessary to reduce the budget deficit, opponents could shout that Americans are being taxed indirectly to finance the building of Soviet missiles or even to prop up Fidel Castro...
...nice touch is the Satan-worshipping cab driver (Raynor Scheine). He just oozes gross, and his face-slapping foolishness is so funny it could raise the dead. It's pleasantly surprising to hear someone shout, "O! Evil master, I am at your command!" in a Bill Cosby movie...
...best way to deal with a foreigner, any old-school Brit will tell you, is to shout at the blighter in English until he catches on. If he professes not to understand, just turn up the volume till he does. A man who doesn't speak English is a man who isn't worth speaking to. Robert Byron, the great traveler of the '30s who wrote so feelingly on Islamic culture, got great comic effect by treating every alien he met -- even an American -- as an unintelligible buffoon; and his John Bullish contemporary Evelyn Waugh all but enunciated a Blimp...
...neighborhoods, concealing the fact that the terraces of narrow houses are the same on each side. There is a small door in the wall, but the children never pass through it. Ciaran, 12, who was all swaggering belligerence around the British troops, mimicking an English upper- class accent to shout "Bloody buggers" as they passed, goes within 5 yds. of the door, then stops. He won't say why; he just knows that behind it lies danger...