Please don't misunderstand me. It was not a calculated dream of power, nor a frivolous desire born of arrogance. It was like the feeling that the same stock market that had failed me at the Fullerton and Harding offices would one day serve me. I had a feeling that day would come. And it actually came - October 24, 1907.
The reason I said I was king for a day was: that morning, a broker of mine, knowing that I had been conducting bearish speculation, drove to the company of one of the partners. of a leading Wall Street bank. My friend told that banker that I was trading in large quantities and that I must bet all my luck. What good is good judgment if I cannot profit from it to the fullest?
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