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Word has it a former senior partner sold his, and the firm’s [[Vampire|undead soul]] to Beelzebub, then masquerading as a [[Sullivan and Cromwell]] partner<ref>This is of course totally untrue. We make this clear just in case [[Sullivan and Cromwell]], [[and/or]] [[Goldman Sachs]], fail to see the funny side</ref>.
Word has it a former senior partner of this storied Wall Street [[broker]] sold his, and the firm’s [[Vampire|undead soul]]{{important disclaimer}} to Beelzebub, not realising he was an equity partner at [[Sullivan and Cromwell]]{{important disclaimer}}. Well, how else do you go from discounting jewellers bills on a bicycle in Park Slope to being a "great [[vampire squid]] wrapped around the face of humanity, relentlessly jamming its blood funnel into anything that smells like money."<ref>Whatever you think of the market, finance and bankers, you should read Matt Taibi's [https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-news/the-great-american-bubble-machine-195229/ celebrated hit] on [[Goldman]], just for the virtuoso writing. </ref>


Always “[[Goldman]]”, a singular noun for a singular firm. ''Never'' “[[Goldmans]]”.
Always “[[Goldman]]”, a singular noun for a singular firm. ''Never'' “[[Goldmans]]”.

Revision as of 22:21, 18 January 2019

Word has it a former senior partner of this storied Wall Street broker sold his, and the firm’s undead soul[1] to Beelzebub, not realising he was an equity partner at Sullivan and Cromwell[1]. Well, how else do you go from discounting jewellers bills on a bicycle in Park Slope to being a "great vampire squid wrapped around the face of humanity, relentlessly jamming its blood funnel into anything that smells like money."[2]

Always “Goldman”, a singular noun for a singular firm. NeverGoldmans”.

Look what happens if you are fast and loose with plurals in a storied trading firm: Lehmans.

The apocryphal Goldman story

There is a story[3] that a titan at Goldman sufficiently important to the firmament that he was known to all by only his familiar Christian name (let’s call him “Bob[4]) once had occasion to call a Goldman trading desk, at the time equipped with only a multi-line dealer board.

A voice — youthful, lacking the tell-tale timbre of age and experience — picked up and, as on a trading desk one does, said:

Trader: Goldman. (This is a statement. there is no inquiry, no rising inflection of curiousness. It's a statement.)
Bob: Yeah, can I get Jerry? (Now, when you are known to all by your Christian name you don’t bother with formalities. But nor, for that matter, do traders.)
Trader: He’s off the desk.
~click~

Now Bob might not bother with formalities, but he rather thinks he’s entitled to them. No message, even? Perhaps this young man didn’t realise to whom he was speaking. Bob calls back.

Trader: Goldman.
Bob: Look, it’s Bob here. Can I get Jerry?
Trader: I just told you he’s off the desk.
~click~

This will not do. Bob, having dispensed with any doubt he may have been benefiting this young fellow with, calls back a final time.

Trader: Goldman.
Bob: Now, listen to me, son. I just called to ask for Jerry
Trader: I listened. And I told you: he’s off the desk.
Bob (exploding): DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!
Trader: Yes. You’re Bob. You’re the executive chairman of the firm.
Bob: Right.
Trader: Bob, do you know who I am?
Bob: Ahh, ... no?
Trader: Right.
~click~

See also

References

  1. 1.0 1.1 Important Disclaimer: See the important disclaimer above.
  2. Whatever you think of the market, finance and bankers, you should read Matt Taibi's celebrated hit on Goldman, just for the virtuoso writing.
  3. Lord I wish it were true, but I doubt it.
  4. Not his real name, because this didn't happen, remember?