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Reminiscences of a Stock Operator<br />
is how I lived. Well, say that is how I sustained life.<br />
Of course, I didn't always lose, but I never made enough to allow me materially to<br />
reduce what I owed. Finally, as things got worse, I felt the beginnings of discouragement<br />
for the first time in my life.<br />
Everything seemed to have gone wrong with me. I did not go about bewailing the<br />
descent from millions and yachts to debts and the simple life. I didn't enjoy the situation,<br />
but I did not fill up with self-pity. I did not propose to wait patiently for time and<br />
Providence to bring about the cessation of my discomforts. I therefore studied my<br />
problem. It was plain that the only way out of my troubles was by making money. To<br />
make money I needed merely to trade successfully. I had so traded before and I must do<br />
so once more. More than once in the past I had run up a shoe string into hundreds of<br />
thousands. Sooner or later the market would offer me an opportunity.<br />
I convinced myself that whatever was wrong was wrong with me and not with the<br />
market. Now what could be the trouble with me? I asked myself that question in the<br />
same spirit in which I always study the various phases of my trading problems. I thought<br />
about it calmly and came to the conclusion that my main trouble came from worrying<br />
over the money I owed. I was never free from the mental discomfort of it. I must explain<br />
to you that it was not the mere consciousness of my indebtedness. Any business man<br />
contracts debts in the course of his regular business. Most of my debts were really<br />
nothing but business debts, due to what were unfavourable business conditions for me,<br />
and no worse than a merchant suffers from, for instance, when there is an unusually<br />
prolonged spell of unseasonable weather.<br />
Of course as time went on and I could not pay I began to feel less philosophical about<br />
my debts. I'll explain: I owed over a million dollars all of it stock-market losses,<br />
remember. Most of my creditors were very nice and didn't bother me; but there were two<br />
who did bedevil me. They used to follow me around. Every time I made a winning each<br />
of them was Johnny-on-the-spot, wanting to know all about it and insisting on getting<br />
theirs right off. One of them, to whom I owed eight hundred dollars, threatened to sue<br />
me, seize my furniture, and so forth. I can't conceive why he thought I was concealing<br />
assets, unless it was that I didn't quite look like a stage hobo about to die of destitution.<br />
As I studied the problem I saw that it wasn't a case that called for reading the tape but<br />
for reading my own self. I quite cold-bloodedly reached the conclusion that I would<br />
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