Invictus

Since Wall St. seems sick, we should remember what William Henley wrote from his hospital bed.

Invictus.

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

What's this have to do with Wall Street? Master your emotions my friends. And then take a look at at Mastercard (MA 125.88), down 50 points from it's high.