You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air –
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there! – TS Eliot
TAKING an inventory of the financial state we are in, there appears to be something missing in our response to the crisis. We have plenty of recriminations and told-you-sos. Doomsayers and soothsayers, graphics and gloaters, long-overdue apologies from men with hard faces who've had a good economic war. Tick all those boxes. What is missing, what this meltdown needs, is a poem.
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