“The people running the world are fools. Now many of them, no doubt, did well on their GREs. The tachometer in their little red convertible of a brain can bounce nicely at the right side of the dial. But that does not change the fact that they are barreling down the wrong road late at night, a dark and stormy night actually, and the bridge right up ahead of them is out. Once they launch the whole red operation off the end of that collapsed bridge, the tachometer, such as it is, becomes largely irrelevant. One does not glance at it anymore. One has somehow lost interest.”
Virgins and Volcanoes, pp. 77-78