Yeah. Goldman Sachs' third-quarter earnings are released later this week, and Meredith Whitney - you know, that top analyst bird - has downgraded the bank's shares from buy to neutral. This is an outrage!
O Master, it's always an outrage with you, isn't it?
What does Pablo Picasso have to say about the matter?
The big bouquet of horrors and frights is already waving farewell. And the mussel shells are clacking their teeth, scared to death under the icy ears of boredom.
O Master, I'm sick of this shit! When are you going to stop with all these random quotes which are not germane to the subject in hand?
O my child, the goddamn Germans got nothing to do with it!
Ah yes. The old Buford T. Justice joke. Very amusing. Can we get back to Meredith now?
Meredith. Meredith. Meredith. Where was I?
Oh yes. I am speaking to Meredith. I am listening to her. She explains herself. This is what she speaks unto me: 'Michael, there is a season for everything. You've read Rimbaud. You know all about the seasons of the soul. And you've read Ecclesiastes. And you've listened to the Byrds, no doubt. Well, it's the same for banks. The same for Goldman. There is a time to buy, a time to downgrade to neutral, and a time to sell. Eight miles high, and when you touch down, you dig? Sure, that's a different song, but you dig, yeah? Tell me you dig, Mikey, for Christ's sake!'
O sexy Meredith, of course I dig, girl. But dig this shit -
'The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.'
O Master, that sounds like some heavy King Solomon shit! Am I right?
O my child, you are not wrong. King James version, as well.
King James version! You're spoiling us today. Fuck!
But is it germane to the subject? Who cares?! My consciousness will go wherever it wishes.
