“Oh, man," said Jack. "Everyone was nice to us when we looked rich. Now it feels like the whole world's against us.”

“Oh, how a small portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living!”

“We cry coming into the world, as everyone around us laughs with joy. And we laugh with joy leaving this world, when everyone around us cries.”

“Do not really like rich people, as they make us poor people feel dopey and inadequate. Not that we are poor. I would say we are middle. We are very, very lucky. I know that. But still, it is not right that rich people make us middle people feel dopey and inadequate.”

“Do you think it will always be this way?”“What?”“I mean, when do we start feeling like the world belongs to us?”I wanted to tell him that the world would never belong to us. “I don't know,” I said. “Tomorrow.”

“However in recent times, the US and the whole world has been hit by afinancial Tsunami, because of beliefs which are now, to everyone inhindsight, blatantly and obviously absurd.”