《股票作手回忆录·第十二章·棉花惨败·被专家说服》第12节
“He never said a word to me about it,” I said. “No; that kind doesn’t talk about it.” “What kind doesn’t talk?” “The kind that never makes mistakes on account of its being bad business to make them. That kind always knows what he wants and nobody can tell him different. That is the kind that’s educating my children and keeps my wife in good humor. You did me a good turn, Mr. Livingston. I expected it when I gave up the two hundred dollars you were so anxious to present to me.” “And if Mr. Harding hadn’t given you an order?” “Oh, but I knew he would. I had found out what kind of man he was. He was a cinch.” “Yes. But if he hadn’t bought any books?” I persisted. “I’d have come back to you and sold you something. Good day, Mr. Livingston. I am going to see the mayor.” And he got up as we pulled up at Park Place. “I hope you sell him ten sets,” I said. His Honor was a Tammany man. “I’m a Republican, too,” he said, and went out, not hastily, but leisurely, confident that the train would wait. And it did.
注释摘要
在这段对话发生之前，利弗莫尔刚刚讲述了他如何被一个看似不起眼的图书推销员“攻破”，在自己完全没意识到的情况下签下了一份五百美元的购书合同。当他带着这个推销员去见他的朋友、经纪公司老板哈丁之后，对方果然又成功推销了一大笔。利弗莫尔此时是在问哈丁怎么从没提过这事，而推销员的回答，才是这段文字的精华所在。 咱们得先把这个场景放到1900年代初的纽约来理解。那个时…