Apocalypse Then

Verily the high are cast as low, and the low are cast as high. Wall Street fell to wailing and much gnashing of teeth again this summer, although it skipped the sackcloth and ashes. It's far too hot and humid down there by Battery Park in August. Some even suggested it was time to go for a dip. Yup, it's apocalypse time, when pundits speak in tongues, preferably bifurcated, and investors are on the horns of a bull, if not a dilemma. But then some prophets sing hosannas and burn incense at