《股票作手回忆录·第五章·赚大钱靠坐得住·老火鸡》第9节
Most--let us call ’em customers--are alike. You find very few who can truthfully say that Wall Street doesn’t owe them money. In Fullerton’s there were the usual crowd. All grades! Well, there was one old chap who was not like the others. To begin with, he was a much older man. Another thing was that he never volunteered advice and never bragged of his winnings. He was a great hand for listening very attentively to the others. He did not seem very keen to get tips--that is, he never asked the talkers what they’d heard or what they knew. But when somebody gave him one he always thanked the tipster very politely. Sometimes he thanked the tipster again--when the tip turned out O.K. But if it went wrong he never whined, so that nobody could tell whether he followed it or let it slide by. It was a legend of the office that the old jigger was rich and could swing quite a line. But he wasn’t donating much to the firm in the way of commissions; at least not that anyone could see. His name was Partridge, but they nicknamed him Turkey behind his back, because he was so thick-chested and had a habit of strutting about the various rooms, with the point of his chin resting on his breast. The customers, who were all eager to be shoved and forced into doing things so as to lay the blame for failure on others, used to go to old Partridge and tell him what some friend of a friend of an insider had advised them to do in a certain stock. They would tell him what they had not done with the tip so he would tell them what they ought to do. But whether the tip they had was to buy or to sell, the old chap’s answer was always the same.
注释摘要
在开始讲老帕特里奇的故事之前，利弗莫尔先用一种近乎手术刀般的冷静，剖开了他当时所在的富勒顿公司营业厅里的人群。他说，大多数顾客都一样，你很难找到一个能真心实意说华尔街不欠他钱的人。这话听着刻薄，但在1900年代初的投机世界里，却是极精准的群体心理画像。 要理解这个场景，我们得先回到那个时代的券商营业厅。当时的营业厅和今天你在手机上看到的冷冰冰的行情软件完全…