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The Stock Exchange Is Something Very Different. There Is No Economy And No Production Of Goods And Services. There Are Only Fantasies In Which People From One Hour To The Next Decide That This Or That Company Is Worth So Many Billions, More Or Less. It Doesn't Have A Thing To Do With Reality Or With The Swedish Economy.

The Whole Organization Seemed To Be In Free Fall, Indulging In A Collective Fantasy In Which Experienced Colleagues Refused To Admit That Their Every Movement, Every Decision That Was Made And Implemented, Only Led Them One Step Closer To The Abyss.

When This Is All Over I'm Going To Found An Association Called 'the Knights Of The Idiotic Table' And Its Purpose Will Be To Arrange An Annual Dinner Where We Tell Stories About Lisbeth Salander. You're All Members.

When Their Love Was Not Reciprocated, It Could Quickly Turn To Violent Hatred.

And I Guess That In Some Way I'm Falling For You Because You Are Who You Are. It's Easy To Sleep With You Because There's No Bullshit And You Make Me Feel Safe. But This All Started Because I Gave In To A Crazy Impulse. It Doesn't Happen Very Often, And I Hadn't Planned It.