The Gathering Storm
Mark J. Grant
“In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now.”
-George Elliot, Silas Marner
In the raging battle taking place in Europe between the haves and the have nots, the North and the South, those with money and those that are begging for it; there are moments when the calm sets in before the lightning strikes and the thunder booms. The silence is almost eerie and the air resonates with a certain kind of vibrant electricity that is somewhat reminiscent of Dickens and his Great Expectations which is what really seems to be driving the markets these days.
“Take nothing on its looks; take everything on evidence. There’s no better rule.”
-Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
I happen to be in St. Tropez at the moment and I find myself in a similar state; a land of dreams where everything is bigger, grander and worth more than can possibly be imagined or counted. It is not just the cost of things but some inherent belief that more and more and more is coming and it is without limit forever and for always and to the end of time. Let France meander, let Europe dissolve; the property values will increase without limit and the Champagne will flow at Les Caves du Roy and Chateau Petrus will be available at every small café and each barge sailing up the Mediterranean contains Beluga caviar of such copious quantity that to even discuss a shortage would be blasphemy and a sin against God and no one engaging in polite conversation ever mentions some secret hesitation that it may, one day, run out.