<img src=http://www.mlahanas.de/Greeks/Mythology/Images/FlMentorTelemachus.jpg> After his father has been gone for nearly 20 years, young Telemachus is met by Athena, who takes the male disguise of Mentor and accompanies him on a journey in search of news of his father. They travel to Pylos and Lacedaemon. Their rulers, Nestor and Menelaus, are friendly, having held Odysseus in high regard, but do not know what has become of him. Telemachus forms a close friendship with Nestor's son Pisistratus, who accompanies him on the search for his father, however, the two are only able to find out that Odysseus is being held captive by Calypso. When Telemachus returns to Ithaca, Athena in another disguise prompts him to visit the swineherd Eumaeus, instead of returning to his home. At the pigkeeper's cottage he discovers that the beggar staying with Eumaeus is his father. He then accompanies Odysseus and the swineherd into the hall where they kill all the suitors. They then execute the twelve slave women who had slept with the suitors; Odysseus orders Telemachus to stab them, but Telemachus prefers to hang them, an unclean death. Telemachus's story is mostly separate from the actual main conflict of the story, but also portrays an important event for Telemachus. For most of his life, having been sheltered and raised by his mother and his nurse, he has not gained the masculinity that comes with adulthood. For instance, when Telemachus calls the people of Ithaca for council in the square, after telling the people of his plight, he bursts into tears. Athena pushes Telemachus off into his own transformation in the story. This is another tale that the poet has woven into the Odyssey. Telemachus however does not greatly achieve manhood in accordance with the Greek tradition of hospitality, and it's debatable whether or not he is a "man" by the end of the epic. His main act of maturation is when he seeks to prevent the suitors from marrying his mother, Penelope.
Eumaeus, Menelaus...Emasculaeus. My point exactly. Mentor in the guise of Woman. Very telling that he could not "stab" the slave women but instead chose to strangle them. Very homoerotic in the British "public" school style. All proving that the Manulaeus learn to trade on their own without swineherds or crossdressers.
Well some wise man once said...... "there's no such thing as a free lunch" Be prepared to pay up one way or another. Remember you could be mentored from the best but still fall flat on your face. Trading is a frame of mind.
Well, a nice warm fuzzy hug is all we trader mentors really expect right? Isn't that what trading is all about?
I once interviewed a budding trader at the first trading firm I worked for. He was a bit bumbling an unconfident, but undoubteldy intelligent, and also shrewd in a rather underhand way. I voted to take him on, but the others there thought he was too anti-social and he didn't get the job. A few years later, I bumped into him through a mutual acquaintance. It turned out he had gone into buinsess providing mostly Eastern European women who looked like THIS, and THIS, to high-earning London traders, bankers, rock stars etc. He was not only making a nice living, but also got to personally sample every single employee he took on. His hiring method was basically to sleep with pretty much every remotely attractive whore in London, and the ones who were good in bed, he'd call up the next day and offer a job (and a pay rise) to. Also, once a month, he takes his employees aside for personal one-to-one "staff training", gratis. An entrepreneur friend is currently engaged to one of this guy's ex employees. He swears she is by far the best sex he's ever had, and she's pretty damn good-looking too. Perhaps, Rearden, if you have any interesting market strategies to share, I could furnish you with this gentleman's private contact number?
After my 1000th UNSUCCESSFUL brainsurgery the board finally said: Get the hell out of here!!! But hey, at least I was persistent...
To SeekingMentor:- Sometimes, the most expensive advice you will ever get is what you got for nothing