Nerves nerves nerves, then the tipping point of irrational exuberance, then the run for the exits, then the cascade.... a game of musical chairs with such infectious music, except that when it stops there are only two chairs for every hundred dancers and, just like the time before, they're already occupied. How did that happen? Why did they all fall for it again?
Amazing how people can be so easily convinced that they can make sooooo much money from, well, money... like another con game of perpetual motion, or gravity overcome... just to get fattened, fattened, and slaughtered once again.
A con cannot work without a greedy mark. Its almost axiomatic.
Too simplistic, I know. Too mixed with metaphor. But there's a bit of truth in every jest.