Investor's Soliloquy

To sell, or not to sell – that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of bear raids
Or to make some sales from a sea of green stocks
And by selling save them. To sell, to hold—
No more – and by a sale to say we save
The heartache, and the thousand small hits
The P&L is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To sell, to hold—
To hold – perchance to survive: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that calm hold what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this bear raid
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes huge gains of so long holding.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of bears,
Th’ hedgie’s wrong, the perma-bear’s contumely
The pangs of despised shorts, the move’s delay,
The insolence of gurus, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might close his longs
With the “Sell All” button? Who would burdens bear,
To sigh and sweat before a blinking screen,
But that the dread of something after selling,
The undiscovered roaring bull, till such end
Much gold is made, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those stocks we have
Than fly to cash that we know gives little?
Thus fear does make sitters of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ms. Market! -- Nymph, in thy prayers
Be all my stocks remembered.

PS: For the not-so-literate or non-native English speakers out there, the above post is adapted from the famous Hamlet's Soliloquy written 500 years ago by William Shakespeare.

PPS: Check out the old 1948 movie, Hamlet, with Laurence Olivier for a fine performance of that play. I recommend it highly.

P^3S: See comments for today's VERY BULLISH data on the core PCE inflation.