Isabella with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.
I've always been sceptical about the notion that the market is a person you can engage in an argument with, and that that person is an intelligent, rational, well-intentioned person: it is fantasy. We know that. . . the market is subject to irrational optimism and pessimism, and is vindictive. . . You're dealing with a crazy man. . . Having got what he wants he will still kill you.