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"You've turned everything into a madhouse; you've sent this whole world
Merlin-crazy. Look at the stock market...."

"You look at it. All I can see is a pack of lunatics playing Russian
roulette with five chambers loaded out of six. Some of this so-called
stock that's being peddled around isn't worth five millisols a
share?Seekers for Merlin, Ltd., closed today at a hundred and seventy.
You notice, there isn't any L. E.[Pg 68] & S. being traded. If you don't
believe me, talk to Lester Dawes; he'll tell you what we think of this
market."

"Well, it's your fault!"

"In part it's my fault that any of these quarter-wits have any money to
play the market with. They wouldn't have money enough to play a
five-centisol slot machine if we hadn't gotten a little business started."