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{{Quote|There! That! Didst thou see ’t? <br>

O, trickery! O, falsity! I mark the fingers<br>

Has this been but a prank, all this time? <br>

''HERCUTIO'': All well meant, good Triago. Be not sour.<br>

And scars and knocks tediously sustained.<br>

My inglorious spell, score years and more, was feigned?

Upon this rank financial world, ’tis but a stage? <br>

I know it, I know it — but yet it pains to think <br>

That all of that for, for — Fie! There! <br>

Spy the dark-clad stage boy! How he flies<br>

He bolts a trice too late to beat the curtain’s rise<br>

And now we’re on it. This time is not the same <br>

This time the gull is wiser than the game<br>}}{{a|devil|}}Once in a long while<ref>Once every three or four days, about.</ref> over the sort of long, inglorious career most people have in the finance industry, you see a giveaway. A tell: a knowing look, a sly wink, fingers crossed behind the back, a stray wire, a black-clad stage-hand scampering away a moment too late to beat the rising curtain — just enough to wonder: is this whole thing, secretly, a gigantic ''have''? Are we stooges? Have we all been fitted up, Truman Burbank-style, in some epochal, multi-decade-long [[Game For A Laugh]]? Is the creator playing with us for his sport, like flies to wanton boys?