Liar's Poker: Rising Through the Wreckage on Wall Street

by Michael Lewis

I recall that one of the first investment bankers I met taught me a poem. God gave you eyes, plagiarize.

Most of the time when markets move, no one has any idea why. A man who can tell a good story can make a good living as a broker.

But how can you speak of loyalty to the firm when the firm is an amalgam of small and large deceptions and riven with strife and discontent? You can’t. And why even try? But now it was abundantly clear that the money game rewarded disloyalty.