I've posted this before:
"So we knew it was going to happen, and it did. The Black Horsemen came and cut down the revelers, even those with the names of virtue engendered like Prudent and Faithful and American and Growth. If you entrusted your money to them at the end of the run, you were luck to keep half. That went, too, for banks whose headquarters were vaulted like cathedrals. Not only did the market go down, it kept going down - the popular averages disguised the extent of the decline. Another day it would come back, but not until the unscarred generation, so bold without memories, had become scarred like its predecessor."