《股票作手回忆录·第一章·少年与行情板》第17节
According to my dope Sugar should have broken 103 by now. The engine wasn’t hitting right. I had the feeling that there was a trap in the neighbourhood. At all events, the telegraph instrument was now going like mad and I noticed that Tom Burnham, the clerk, had left my tickets unmarked where I laid them, and was listening to the clicking as if he were waiting for something. So I yelled at him: “Hey, Tom, what in hell are you waiting for? Mark the price on these tickets--103! Get a gait on!” Everybody in the room heard me and began to look toward us and ask what was the trouble, for, you see, while the Cosmopolitan had never laid down, there was no telling, and a run on a bucket shop can start like a run on a bank. If one customer gets suspicious the others follow suit. So Tom looked sulky, but came over and marked my tickets “Closed at 103” and shoved the seven of them over toward me. He sure had a sour face. Say, the distance from Tom’s place to the cashier’s cage wasn’t over eight feet. But I hadn’t got to the cashier to get my money when Dave Wyman by the ticker yelled excitedly: “Gosh! Sugar, 108!” But it was too late; so I just laughed and called over to Tom, “It didn’t work that time, did it, old boy?”
注释摘要
这段文字发生在利弗莫尔刚满二十岁、已经靠自己的数字敏感和行情规律积累到一万美元的时候。他正在新英格兰最大的一家对赌行——大都会证券经纪公司——做空3500股美国糖业股票，手里捏着七张粉红色的大额交易单。 对赌行在1900年前后的美国非常普遍，它们和正规证券交易所的经纪公司看上去很像，一样有行情板、报价员和收银柜台，但本质上完全不同。客户付给对赌行的并不是购…