How long can we remain fools? The stock market world is either collectively drunk on hope and dancing on tables, or, leaning cooly against the wall with a bit of a scowl watching the dancers. Those teetering institutions that are now all called banks are the caterers. Only they know what is really in those hors d'oeuvres. The food has been so artfully arranged it is hard to tell what everything is. The U.S. government is the band. They are deciding what number to play next. So, it is a bit quiet, save the trumpeter who is mucking about, tuning up, emoting squeaky unconvincing cheerful noises.