Out on the floor of the bond trading room, the morning madness had reached its peak. As he headed toward his desk, Sherman felt as if he were swimming through a delirium.

"... October ninety-twos at the buck ..."

". . .I said we strip the fuckers!"

Ahhhhh, the golden crumbs . . . How pointless it seemed . . .

As he sat down at his desk, Arguello approached and said, "Sherman, do you know anything about 10 million Joshua Tree S&Ls?"