The Market’s Peculiar Humors

The question, naturally, is whether this descent will merely be a stumble, a momentary lapse in composure, or the prelude to a catastrophic fall. A crash, they whisper. A collapse! As if the market were some dilapidated estate, groaning under the weight of its own extravagance. It has begun slowly, this unraveling, but let us not mistake a gentle slope for a precipice. Yet.








