Das Kapital A novel of love and money Markets

HE DREAMT THAT THE WORLD was coming to an end. Yet he knew that this was a dream and not a nightmare. There was no sign of a tumultuous ending, of the sky falling down. There were no screams or sirens. He sat in front of a computer screen, Zenlike, watching the numbers fall. He could tell by the size of their drop that something terrible had happened. He did not have to listen to the news to know this. The numbers said everything. He went deeper into sleep, resigned to an inner faintness. He rolled over in his bed, an oracular smile on his face, as if he had known all of this would somehow happen.